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Valeria had only noticed that she still had Charlie's old book, in the bottom of her trunk when she had returned to school. She hadn't realised it was there until she was back at school and unpacking. She didn't necessarily want to return it by hand, because it would be awkward. Valeria didn't really think she'd left it in a good position with Charlie, but Valeria knew that she couldn't just hold on to the book. It was not hers. She didn't want him to come looking for it to her, that would be worse in her mind. No, she had to go and take it to him. Or at least get it to Hufflepuff and get it to him.
The Ravenclaw had cut her hair over the summer, keeping it in a nice short but not too short bob. She missed the longness of it, but she thought the cut was more mature and sophisticated, which she of course was. She was the most sophisticated. Valeria had of course put in an effort for him, she hadn't wanted Charlie – should she run into him – to think she was broken up about what had happened. She was doing good, better than good, and she looked good. But as Val approached the Hufflepuff common room, she spotted someone else, and realised this would be better. She wouldn't hand it to Charlie, someone else would. ”Manaia!” she called out, approaching him. ”Hey,”
The Ravenclaw had cut her hair over the summer, keeping it in a nice short but not too short bob. She missed the longness of it, but she thought the cut was more mature and sophisticated, which she of course was. She was the most sophisticated. Valeria had of course put in an effort for him, she hadn't wanted Charlie – should she run into him – to think she was broken up about what had happened. She was doing good, better than good, and she looked good. But as Val approached the Hufflepuff common room, she spotted someone else, and realised this would be better. She wouldn't hand it to Charlie, someone else would. ”Manaia!” she called out, approaching him. ”Hey,”