Hugo laughed at his cousin’s remark and held up a spoonful of treacle tart. “Say what you want, but this year this tastes like victory.”
Roxanne watched mirthfully at the treacle that began to slip off the spoon as she stiffled her giggles and took a seat next to him, squeezing in between him and another Gryffindor, "Don't they say you have to do something before you can win it?"















