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"I don’t see anything wrong with naïveté." Although it was a smile painted upon the canvas of his face, it was only the result of thinly veiled anger that was threatening to gush out; bidding its time. He gradually relaxed his clenched fist behind his desk, but the tension in the air was still palpable. It coiled tightly inside of him. ”It’s not hurting anybody. Unless you have some delicate sensibilities.”

"Yes, exactly, thank you," he smiled, saccharine sweet, before turning to the wailing girl who seemed to have lost all ability to keep her bloody mouth shut. Even for two seconds.

"So if that girl doesn’t shut her trap within 10 minutes, I swear, I will drown her in the River Thames. Never to be found,” he growled, glaring at the said girl as the other patrons in the Hogsmeade shop turned around and gaped at him in sheer horror.

"What?!" he barked, startling some of them. "She slapped her mother and stole her baby brother’s ice-cream. She’s not very nice either." He frowned, lowering his voice this time before retreating out of the store, a light flush adorning his cheeks.

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