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The Price is Right, Chapter 2At least, Justin and Dean were feeling thankful; Harry was too distracted by the wonder that were Pepper Imps, cinnamon-flavoured sweets that had him breathing fire, to be feeling self-conscious.
They had met not twenty minutes ago when Harry had rescued Dean from a losing argument with a group of wizard-raised kids about whether football was just as interesting a sport as Quidditch —which was a moot point either way since there was no way some of those stuck-up little princesses would accept that a muggle sport was just as good — and had drawn the offended boy away with a conversation about artistic mediums.
"Excuse me, sirs!" Harry had said, ignoring the offended looks on the faces of the girls that were also standing there. In Harry's way of thinking, if they didn't want to be mistaken for men, they should take care of those moustaches.
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