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The Prince’s Tale

           LilyhadpickedupafallenflowerfromthebushbehindwhichSnapelurked.Petuniaadvanced,evidentlytornbetweencuriosityanddisapproval.LilywaiteduntilPetuniawasnearenoughtohaveaclearview,thenheldoutherpalm.Theflowersatthere,openingandclosingitspetals,likesomebizarre,many-lippedoyster.

           "Stopit!"shriekedPetunia.

           "It’snothurtingyou,"saidLily,butsheclosedherhandontheblossomandthrewitbacktotheground.

           "It’snotright,"saidPetunia,buthereyeshadfollowedtheflower’sflighttothegroundandlingereduponit."Howdoyoudoit?"sheadded,andtherewasdefinitelonginginhervoice.

           "It’sobvious,isn’tit?"Snapecouldnolongercontainhimself,buthadjumpedoutfrombehindthebushes.Petuniashriekedandranbackwardtowardtheswings,butLily,thoughclearlystartled,remainedwhereshewas.Snapeseemedtoregrethisappearance.AdullflushofcolormountedthesallowcheeksashelookedatLily.

           "What’sobvious?"askedLily.

           Snapehadanairofnervousexcitement.WithaglanceatthedistantPetunia,nowhoveringbesidetheswings,heloweredhisvoiceandsaid,"Iknowwhatyouare."

           "Whatdoyoumean?"

           "You’re…you’reawitch,"whisperedSnape.

           Shelookedaffronted.

           "That’snotaverynicethingtosaytosomebody!"

           Sheturned,noseintheair,andmarchedofftowardhersister.

           "No!"saidSnape.

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