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I couldn't find a reference anywhere to a half-blood prince.
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- There we go. That settles it, then. - Filius!
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I was hoping to find you in the Three Broomsticks!
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No, emergency choir practice, I'm afraid, Horace.
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Does anyone fancy a butterbeer?
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A chum of mine was sledging down Claxby Hill.
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We had a very long, homemade, norwegian-style sledge...
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No, not there. over here.
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No, sit beside me.
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Okay.
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Something to drink?
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Three butterbeers, and some ginger in mine, please.