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Nixy! 
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.
Giggling gleefully at Iris's comment, Wesley pushed the platter closer to the Slytherin, a silent yes.
"They're delicious."
Her toothy grin faded with the next question, however, and the 6th year turned her attention to the table's grain. Hand finding the badge pinned next to the Hufflepuff crest, she rubbed her icing-covered thumb against the slick metal. For a minute, Wesley sat there quietly; When she finally looked up her face was neutral, unusually reserved,
"I am really honored."
...awkward much?
Biting her bottom lip, Wesley shifted her gaze from Iris's eyes to the cylindrical container before them. Eyebrows lowered, almost guiltily, she dragged it close and popped the lid.
"I do like helping all the little first years, especially...," she commented, a small smile beginning to break her guilty frown,
"They make me feel tall!"
Now. Business.
"I'm going to ask...I'm going to ask, uh, dear Merlin, will I ever own a pet Hippogriff?"
Holding the case sideways in both hands, the tiny Hufflepuff bit her bottom lip, eyebrows lowered with concentration. Gently, slowly, carefully, she shook the cylinder, easing the sticks out.
After an almost ridiculous amount of time, one of the sticks fell out, landing on the table with a quiet clatter.
"YAY!" Wesley proclaimed, setting the container aside and reaching for it.
"It says," she squinted, stick close to her face,
"Num-ber...8. Number 8. What's that mean?"