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http://www.tthfanfic.org/Story-29074-8/It wasn't hard to guess what had happened from there: Astoria had probably still been in the process of finding a buyer or negotiating the final sale price when the Second Task rolled around, sealing the poor robe's fate. Harry reached down and fingered the collar; it was still a bit creepy but considerably less so than he'd been expecting. And so… "Do you want me to sign it for you?" Astoria's jaw worked silently for a few seconds and then her eyes rolled back in her head as she fainted, tipping forward to land on the table with a wince-worthy thump. "…was it something I said?"
Evelyn Davis finally broke her silence as she reached across the table, poking her half-sister's forehead several times. "If there's a way she could have embarrassed herself more, I can't think of it." Giving up on Astoria, she slid her hand over to offer it to Harry. "Evie Davis. Can you sign a copy of the Prophet for me? And maybe my sister?" Harry shot her an odd look at the second request, making Evelyn giggle softly. "I want to see how long she goes without washing her arm if you sign it."
"That… actually does sound kinda funny. But you have to promise to keep Tracey up to date so she can include it in her letters to me this summer."
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