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imaginarynumb3rs 
On her fifth cookie, the door on the far end opened. Perking up, Wesley watched the blond descend the stairs and enter the friendly room. "Hey, Iris!" she called back above the many tiny voices, waving enthusiastically.
"You found it!" Visibly puffing with pride, Wesley mentally congratulated herself on being an excellent direction giver. The Slytherin had looked a tad disbelieving when she described the dancing pear, and had snorted when Wesley mentioned the tickling part. But here she was, right on-
Well, probably on time. Wesley couldn't exactly tell; all of her watches were currently compasses, and she wasn't sure how to turn them back.
Iris smiled at the pile of cookies in front of her friend.
"Got enough cookies there? Enough to want to share?" She asked, waving back. The prefect sat down opposite Wesley, then eyed the cookies for a moment.
Omnomnom.
Hehe.
Iris took her bag off, and sat it down on the table.
"Sooo... How're you liking being a Prefect?" She asked, grinning. Yeah. She wanted to catch up with her friend before starting the homework.