I think I can have this all arranged. I am a person who knows people. The wizarding candy mafia, I'm quite connected.
Same Ward
Okay. This is really big Justin-and-Ginny-Good-Friends-Secret time, right? Harry's not been dong well since the war ended--he has nightmares...just...well, it makes sense that he's struggling. But--he wasn't getting better and he wasn't accepting it...so I went to McGonagall to get her to help him, and now he's so furious at me...well, just look at his journal. Anyway, he made some jab about how I'm a serial flirter and tossed your name on the heap. Which now makes me a whore, according to Morag--but whatever. Anyway. You're so dear to me, and I really don't care what Morag says or what Harry says to me in his anger and fear, but...I just wanted to apologise to you, because you're my Justin, and that's that.
Oi. Forget the sweets. Let's go right for the firewhiskey, yeah?
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