Peer Review PV Breana Oliveire

"Muggles go their whole lives without noticing. It hides well!" George said, emphasizing it with a self-assured nod of his head. He paused a moment in thought. "I guess if you'd been a squib you never would have noticed either. I don't think I'd be able to do it, though, having a kid and not telling them something like that. Plus, I can't go fifteen minutes without using magic for something here. It's just fun to do it. Even if we aren't technically supposed to be using it..."

As she corrected his misunderstanding, he nodded again, leaning back and letting out a quiet 'ahh' of comprehension. "That does make more sense," he admitted. Smuggling made it sound like they were moving around something bad. There couldn't be that much bad in a book, could there? Perhaps so - the school even had a section full of books that nobody was able to read. Kind of good for nothing to have a section like that, really. If a book sits on a shelf and no one is there to read it, is it good for anything more than kindling? "I don't think anyone could have prepared for this year. I wish the fires could have waited until I got extinguo down, at the least. Or Seventh year, so we could just... leave after they happened."

Although, the last thing he would want is to be one of the older kids in a situation like that. The seventh years must feel like they're babysitting all day with how the little Hufflepuffs get along. "Thanks again," he said, at her assurance - more quietly, so nobody would see him being vulnerable emotionally. In the library, no less. It was no wonder he never made Gryffindor. "Let me know if you need anything... or whatever... sometime. I can smuggle you some books if you're near to Glasgow."

With that offer out of the way, he put his head back down - nose to the grindstone for pumping out another stellar front page article.