"Of course, you're very welcome, Sir Nicholas of Mimsy-Porpington." Fred gave Nick a theatrical bow, drawing peals of laughter from the surrounding students.
"Welcome to our party! We won the Quidditch match!" George said cheerfully, handing out sweets to some of the younger students.
"Oh—congratulations! I heard the Fat Friar talking about it just as I arrived," Nick replied happily, drifting through the crowd and taking in the sights.
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