"Don't come to our game against Slytherin?" James pulled back to look at Cepheus. "Or come in disguise? Albus has that hideous hat. You could wear that and maybe a Slytherin scarf. Sit with one of your brothers in the stands."
Gwen weighed her options briefly. Roxanne's bed was tempting, but the Prefect's Loo was closer and less of an obvious come on. "Let's go to the loo," she said. "Long as you know the password. I'm not a prefect."
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