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Marvolo. That was some wizard broom-work yesterday. Dead amazing that last race for the Snitch through both bludgers and both rabid Weasels. They should name that head-down pirouetting manoeuvre after you!

My head's still pounding after that party last night, but I think it was the music more than the butterbeer. Draco: those albums your father sent are sorcerous. Les Têtes Crackes? Brilliant. And how snitch is it that he bought you Mon Pied Gauche? Do you think he listened to it before he paid for it?

Anyway. You both were great yesterday. Another year of Slytherin dominance in the books!