He didn't know how he'd have finished that either. He couldn't exactly picture Fortescue dishing out their ice cream in the morning and then fighting Death Eaters like a superhero at night, either. He didn't answer the lame finish to her statement, just frowned at his shoes and then stood up, reaching for her hand. "Come on, we'll get ice cream and forget about it."
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