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How was it cold? There was a fire blazing mere meters away, it was July, and they were at the beach! She should not be cold. But, there she was, sitting on a perfectly arranged log with her sweater tight around her shoulders. Phoebe would have to admit to her mother that bringing the extra bit of clothing was a good idea, but she'd definitely put up a fight about it earlier. Admitting that they were right always put you on your parents' good side.
Anyway--she couldn't stop smiling at all the people that had shown up! Apparently, everyone else was super bored this summer and needed a nice relaxing time at the beach. It was really a ton of fun to plan, and Phoebe was sure that this was the kick off the graduates of 1980 needed before the last stretch until their final year.
Wow, the final year. Phoebe had always dreamed about it, but the fact that it was actually here was daunting. Not only did she have her N.E.W.T.s to think about, there was the whole Head Girl thing...and the quidditch thing...and the boyfriend thing...or lack of boyfriend thing.
Eh. Phoebe dug her toes into the sand and stared out into the fire; she'd gone pretty long without having to seriously worry about boys, she'd make it through.
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