"It's a bloody letter, Mir. What do you think it was?" he said with a chortle, now handing the letter to her. He watched her carefully; this wasn't the reaction a freshly graduated bird was supposed to have at a job offer. Not only that, a good job offer. She'd be out in the lime light (something Moses knew for a fact that she ate up like cauldron cakes), she'd get to play Quidditch. Moses would have KILLED for that letter fresh out of school. Bloody hell, why was she--he furrowed his brow, now watching her carefully.
"Well, go on then. Open it up," he said expectantly, waiting for her to tear open the envelope and read it aloud. It was only proper in the Dodderidge family to share your good news, right?
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