Hermione's fingers are pinching you from the back of your robes, and she lifts you up. Her large, brown eye inspects you, and you see her face of disgust change to one of interest. She holds you a bit farther away, so that she can better speak directly to you. "Why, you're not a bug at all. You're Malcolm Taylor, from Ravenclaw, aren't you?" You nod your head excitedly, over joyous with the knowledge that Hermione actually acknowledges who you are. "Well that's absolutely excellent."
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