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"No," Trevor said firmly, not even willing to consider the possibility. "Warrington was a fluke and this...is nothing." Regardless, Trevor felt surly and disgruntled and pulled out his wand to summon a drink. "Gretch," he said plainly, catching the bottle as it flew toward his hand. "Get off."