Chapter 36
Noah ducked behind me, nicked my hair tie and shook out my braid. Then he deliberately wiped his sticky fingers through my hair, and when I tried to evade him he took another piece of melon and squooshed it right onto my head, laughing. Then I got him back by squeezing juice from something like a giant orange down the back of his shirt. We both already had juice all over our faces and running down our forearms.
Harry had assured us that every other fruit we found would be safe to eat without affecting our memories, and each one was more delicious than the last. Noah was in the process of taking up my challenge to try every new type we came across, and had been keeping up fine until now. I was tempted to wrestle him to the ground and sit on him for messing up my hair, but that
