Meanwhile, the other three girls were not getting along well at all.
Hermione already hated flying at high altitudes, and having the noisy Parkinson right beside her made it even worse. It was the most miserable experience of her life, and she felt like her ears were about to ring off.
"Put me down right now, Allie. I must smell like poultry all over, and riding on the back of this stupid creature is completely unsafe—it's not even as reliable as a practice broom..."
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