"It might rain later." Fred raised his head to look at the overcast ceiling, tilting his head to say to the few people sitting beside him.
"If I were you, I'd finish the food on my plate while it's hot. It won't taste good once it cools down." Albert was using a knife and fork to cut into a potato and egg pancake on his plate, which a house-elf had just placed onto the students' platters.
"I wonder why you guys would want it to rain." Angelina swallowed a large piece of cured meat, looking at Fred and the others with a peculiar expression.
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