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Droo 
She smirked. Did he think she cared about her looks? Skin deep. If she wanted beauty she'd pay for it. Right now... "That's really the best you have child?"
"Of course not." he scoffed. Was she mental?
"But we must behave ourselves in front of the kiddies." Quote:
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Destiny Still nudging the woman who had fallen asleep on him, she looked really familiar, but it was kind of hard to place her face when her eyes were closed, Waylon began glancing around the room, hoping no one was taking notice of what had happened. Wishful thinking, though, and he spotted Oliver all the way down at the other end of the table giving him a salute.
He would have returned it, or he would have given him a whole other gesture, but his arms were a little busy. Instead, Waylon leaned back in his seat a little, and nodded his head in the Healer's direction.
Did Oliver want to come and take her off his..lap?
Sorry Murdoch, you are on your own with that one. It could not be said that Oliver Jenkins was not a good friend. In just a matter of minutes, he had managed to have two beautiful women fawning over his friends.
Okay so technically one was passed out but no doubt when she awoke, she would be ever so thankful to Waylan for catching her.
Yes, he was a very good friend indeed.
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sweetpinkpixie o________________O
Why was it that people tended to think that she had either poisoned or spit in her baked goods? She was a Gryffindor not a...wait...Gryffindors did have a history for pulling pranks like this. Well, she wasn't THAT sort of Gryffindor just the sort that spied on professors snogging on the train ride to school. That was sacrilegious to the world of baking! Surely everyone knew that!
"Not today, professor," she laughed, hoping that the light hearted comment wouldn't be taken the wrong way. She really had never thought about spitting in cookies. That was a horrible idea.
Hmm, it looked like he was going to have to watch this one as well, especially since she seemed to be on good terms with Hadley. They probably got together and conspired against others.
Leaning forward a little, Oliver gave the Prefect a shrewd look.
"And you wouldn't tell me if you did, would you?" Oh yeah he was onto her. It took one to know one.
"I'm gonna keep my eye on you, Miss Hollingberry." And her cakes. Since when did students give their teachers cookies and cakes? If only to put something in them. Oh yeah he KNEW those tricks.