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Originally Posted by
Mad Eye Touz
Oh dear.
Neptune raised her hand up about half way and wiggled her fingers at the new and lovely sub-for-the-sub. "Yoohoo? That girl," Neptune motioned to Evelyn, "isn't exactly.... hostess material."
Neither was Neptune.
But Evelyn was 3/4ths evil and the goodwill of all the hungry students was at stake.
She looked around the room for someone suitable for cookie serving. "Just so you know." The ever-helpful Miss Bott.
...
WHAT!?
She wasn't deaf! She heard that.
"Saying that I'm not exactly 'hostess' material won't make me give you a cookie any faster." No, Neptune was the last person in the class she was going to get to. Actually, no. She wasn't even going to go around to giving Neptune a cookie. She could get one herself.
Hmph. And while Evelyn was at it, she claimed this desk right here. Away from any pesky Ravenclaws.