James laughed. "You used to be a little girl." He distinctly remembered a few days in first or second year when she'd had pig tails. "I think you're better equipped for this thing than I am. But I'll help." A pause. "Maybe we should magic the ceiling." He'd had his room magicked up when he was a young one.
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