The cooling charms cast over Grimmauld Place were doing very little to combat the dry July heat. She could hear Harry and Ron upstairs, laughter and moans letting her know exactly how they were distracting themselves from the heat. They had faced and defeated Voldemort but neither of them could cast a correct silencing charm to save their lives. Rolling her eyes, she pushed her sweaty hair away from her face, tucking the errant curls back into her sloppy ponytail.
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