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“Remus Lupin you stop right there,” Narcissa’s voice rang out over the heads of the first years who scattered apart as she stalked through the corridors. A prefect meeting was coming up and it had reminded her just how outraged she was about the whole situation. Sure, James Potter being Head Boy hadn’t ruined her life yet, but there was still an awful lot of the year to go. 

“How did this happen? It is an outrage,” she told him, not bothering to say hello, nor to properly explain why she was haranguing him in the corridor after class.