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... e could count to three and a jet of silver light flashed with the words 'Rictusempra!' echoing behind it. Maeve, who had been red with anger, was now on her knees, wheezing; doing her best to stop herself from laughing.
"Ben, you little scallywag! Huuu- dare you hex your poor aunt! I was fuming with rage, I tell you, positively seething, and now... now I'm doubled over in laughter!"
The tinge of anger in Maeve's voice was overshadowed by the by peals of laughter escaping her lips ...
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