SPOILER!!: Lewwwwwissss. Part Un.
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Lislchen 
Jonathan. Lewis almost winced when he heard Louisa actually say the name out loud. It was like she wanted to rub it in or something. Yes, he was VERY MUCH! aware of the fact that the Slytherin was sitting next to Kurumi. Or Kurumi was sitting next to him rather. And not by choice. It was just because there simply had been no other seat available. So it wasn't like either of them had chosen this. Or seemed too happy about it.
Only why did he still want to throw one of the Plimpy's legs at Jonathan?!
Hearing her chuckle made him turn in his seat again to narrow his eyes at the Ravenclaw next to him. "What's so funny?" Did she think the two sitting next to each other was laughable or something? Because it wasn't. Like, at all. Before he focused on the creature in front of him he glanced back over at the other desk just in time to catch Jonathan's smirk. And while he wasn't exactly any good at ready facial expressions, this one was very clear. The Slytherin did seem to enjoy this. For whatever reason.
Once he was done untangling the Plimpy's legs, Lewis reached for his wand to clean his hands before reaching for his quill. Right, maybe he should have worn the gloves - like Louisa. FOCUS LEWIS! Noting what he'd done so far - which wasn't a lot - on his notebook, the Hufflepuff turned his attention back to the front. Not without allowing his eyes to rest on Kurumi and Jonathan again for a LONG! moment. Was the Slytherin now closer to Kurumi than before?! Lewis narrowed his eyes at them as he tried to remember how close they had been a few moments ago.
Luckily for all of them his attention was caught by another Hufflepuff who was basically SCREAMING for attention. Literally. And who had something to say in reply when Lewis corrected him. Which puzzled him somewhat, making him forget all about Kurumi and Jonathan for a moment. "It's dead." He replied slowly as if he was talking to a child. His eyes flicked to the creature on the desk again to give it a pointed look.
See, there. It doesn't get much deader.
The way the boy had worded his reply confused him a little as well. He had...thanked him? Yes? Had he? Or not? HUH!?
Elijah probably should act a lot kinder to his prefects, he knew that, but this Huffle one was being equally nasty to Elijah. Shouldn't they be being bros? Being from the same house and stuff? Either way, Elijah did not appreciate his tone and the prefect had simply responded to his previous argument by informing him that the plimpy was dead, stating the obvious once more. "I've gathered that by now," he grumbled and left it at that. Getting into fights with people in positions of power was not smart and
not attractive.
SPOILER!!: True Bro.
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Steelsheen
His eyes drew slowly towards the Hufflepuff when he was being THANKED for killing off the poor, helpless, already-very-dead Plimpy, shaking his head in silent protest and mortified at the thought that he had done anything to make it deader than it already was. But as the Professor drew near them again and looked to be wanting to take a bite out out his Potions partner Vickers shrank to his own side of the table and focused at his own, just-as-dead-as-the-others Plimpy.
As the lecture started he shuffled through his parchment and began scribbling, trying to get his mind to focus objectively at the task at hand. Which was no easy feat given the carcass on the tray in front of him. He wanted to bury it, although there was a part of him that was juuuust a bit curious at how the insides of a Plimpy were all connected together.
The Professor asked a question, and heard the first thought of it being used as fertiliser being suggested. Just then he heard Elijah whisper about SPEWING. Again, his eyes slid slowly to towards the Hufflepuff and with an audible gulp whispered back
"Sure, I'll keep your hair from getting into your own spew." Now whether Vickers can keep that curly head out of his own sympathetic spewing is another matter altogether.
Thinking and talking about spewing is making his own stomach doing flip flops. Hand shoots up in the air
"Professor, would the fins be used with potions that help with motion sickness?" because he could really use some right about now.
And now there was a commotion about Lewis. Well around him rather, since Lewis himself has gone catatonic and Louisa looking to be at a verge of panic. He spotted the other Hufflepuff boy (Dale) peering closer to them.
Lewis being all unmoving. Like their Plimpies.
This was something contagious innit? Cue hiding his his nose behind his sleeves and scraping his seat AWAY from Lewis, the Plimpies and just everybody in general.
Elijah couldn't help but notice that Vickers looked likely to puke almost as much as him, but his heart felt warmed when the boy had agreed to hold back his hair for him. "Really?" he whispered back, not entirely surprised because
no one would pass up the opportunity to get to touch
his hair, "That is super kind of you, man. Ya know Vickers, you are a bro. I respect you."
He'd respect him more if he dissected his plimpy for him, though...
"I'd hold your hair too..." he added as an after thought, "Just so you know."
SPOILER!!: Lewwwwwissss. Part Deux.
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Lislchen ---
But back to Professor Lafay.
She made a lot more sense than this Hufflepuff guy AND WAS PRETTIER THAN HIM!
Sort of making a rough sketch of a Plimpy, he labeled the parts according to what the professor was telling them. Right. In case they would need it later. Scratching his chin with the end of his quill, Lewis cocked his head slightly to the side as he stared down at the Plimpy in front of him, thinking about Professor Lafay's question. What other parts could be used in which potions and why? Since most of the other students had already said the obvious one - Plimpy eyes for fertilizer - he didn't really want to say that as well.
Hmm.
He had never worked with Plimpies before - except for their eyes - so he wasn't entirely sure. Hesitantly, Lewis raised his hand and started to reply, "Maybe the legs could be used in some sort of strength po-" Only he just stopped talking right in the middle of his sentence for no apparent reason. His body had completely stopped moving, one hand still in the air, his gaze still straight ahead on the professor and his mouth still hanging open slightly as if somebody had cast a stunning spell on him right in the middle of his word.
Things in class had running somewhat normally until another commotion began, and this time Elijah hadn't been the instigator of it! Turning his head round to where he had heard the girl yell, he saw it was the one who was sitting next to Mr. Grumpy who appeared to be Mr. Frozen. Like, he wasn't moving at all.
What gives?
Part of him was gutted that he couldn't claim credit for having shut the guy up, but the other part of him truly hoped he wasn't really hurt... Concern for his fellow men = attractive quality.
"Hey... hey, Vickers, are you seeing this?" he turned to face his parter and bro-in-crime (crime being murdering plimpies), but saw that the Ravenclaw had started shimmying away. "Hey! Where are you headed?" if you listened REAL close you may have heard a small note of panic in his voice. Vickers had kept him sane thus far during the lesson, he couldn't bail out on him now! Especially since people were starting to freeze up! He hoped to Merlin it wasn't something to do with these bloomin' plimpies.
He shoulda left when he had been given the chance.