Person A has gotten their wisdom teeth removed, which was dubbed a sort of family afffair, since Person B had work anyways.
Person B receives a phone call of a very out-of-it Person A, who continues to tell Person B how pretty they are, while Person A’s father says “okay, that’s nice, get off the phone now.”
“I don’t see why I’ve got to go to a Muggle whatsit,” Victoire complained as she slid into the back seat of her uncle’s car. “Wizards can use magic on teeth, I’ve seen it done. Teddy does it all the time!”
Her face warmed at the mere thought of Teddy. Teddy was her oldest friend, her confidant, her protector, and her partner in crime. There was no one in the world Victoire was closer to, not even her own siblings.
Their friendship had always been special. But recently, Teddy had started to behave like they could be something more than friends.
Victoire really hoped they could be something more than friends.
“The Muggle whatsit is my mum, and she’s a dentist,” Hermione replied briskly, bringing Vic’s thoughts back to the present. “And one should generally avoid using magic on one’s teeth. Teeth ought to be treated by a professional.”
“Is that right, dear?” Ron smirked and waggled his eyebrows. “A witch should never use magic on her teeth?”
“That was—I didn’t—shush!” Hermione exclaimed. She thwacked Ron in the arm, her cheeks reddening. “This is dental surgery, not, not, not something merely cosmetic! It’s entirely different!”
Person A has gotten their wisdom teeth removed, which was dubbed a sort of family afffair, since Person B had work anyways.
Person B receives a phone call of a very out-of-it Person A, who continues to tell Person B how pretty they are, while Person A’s father says “okay, that’s nice, get off the phone now.”
“I don’t see why I’ve got to go to a Muggle whatsit,” Victoire complained as she slid into the back seat of her uncle’s car. “Wizards can use magic on teeth, I’ve seen it done. Teddy does it all the time!”
Her face warmed at the mere thought of Teddy. Teddy was her oldest friend, her confidant, her protector, and her partner in crime. There was no one in the world Victoire was closer to, not even her own siblings.
Their friendship had always been special. But recently, Teddy had started to behave like they could be something more than friends.
Victoire really hoped they could be something more than friends.
“The Muggle whatsit is my mum, and she’s a dentist,” Hermione replied briskly, bringing Vic’s thoughts back to the present. “And one should generally avoid using magic on one’s teeth. Teeth ought to be treated by a professional.”
“Is that right, dear?” Ron smirked and waggled his eyebrows. “A witch should never use magic on her teeth?”
“That was—I didn’t—shush!” Hermione exclaimed. She thwacked Ron in the arm, her cheeks reddening. “This is dental surgery, not, not, not something merely cosmetic! It’s entirely different!”
I’m re-reading the Harry Potter books and it’s funny how much Harry and Hermione are vying for Ron’s attention (in contrast with the movies). Don’t get me wrong. Harry and Hermione are best friends too. But it’s obvious that Ron is their favourite.
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