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Daughter of Dog, Nephew of Snake.
This was them; awkward pull-away moments that always left each other with so many unanswered questions. This would be them until something, or someone, forced them to stay in a moment that mattered for once.

Fortunately that something came in the form of two redheads with a too much time on their hands.
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"Come on George! We have got to get them together."

"I know. What a pain 'tis to be the only people in this place with brains and a sense of mischief!"

"Oh woe is us. Once again, we must form the Weasley Matchmaking service."