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Still, it meant that he could sit down and have a quick snack without having people sitting across the aisle from him, staring like he was some sort of zoo exhibit…

     …unlike Susan Bones, who was sitting across the table from him with a smile on her face. "So, any limits on what you'll autograph for us, Harry?"

     "Were you sitting there when I..?" Harry groaned at Susan's nod, stopping just shy of mashing his sandwich against his face as he tried to bury his face in his hands. "Thank Merlin Moody's not here, or I'd never hear the end of it. 'Constant vigilance' and all that rot." Figuring he might as well take a bite as long as it was so close to his face, Harry chewed and swallowed before gesturing back over his shoulder with his sandwich. "I've already signed an arm and a robe of mine from third year that someone got from one of the castle's elves. It'd take a lot to surprise me at this point."

     Susan chuckled as she stole a crisp off his plate, nibbling on one end. "Is that a challenge, then?" Harry thought for a moment before shrugging and nodding, grabbing the glass of pumpkin juice that had appeared out of nowhere next to his plate and taking a swig of it. "My bra." Harry abruptly became the new picture next to 'spit-take' in the dictionary as his juice emerged in a fine orange mist that drenched Susan's sapphire blue peasant blouse. After glancing down at her chest, Susan raised an eyebrow as she met Harry's gaze again. "…I was going to suggest one of the bras I had in my trunk, but I guess I can just take my shirt off and let you sign this one if you really want?"

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