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For some reason, Gwendolyn found herself walking along one of the pathways. She hadn’t made any plans with her friends until later that day, so she had plenty of time to kill. After giving a quick look around in order to see if there was anyone familiar there, the fourth year drew her attention back to the object she was holding in her hands. It looked like one of the Quidditch quaffles, only diminished to the size of a tennis ball. She had no idea why she had even received that as a gift. She was not really the biggest Quidditch fan, nor would she even consider trying out for the team next term.
Maybe not.
Without paying much attention to where she was heading out, the fourth year started twirling the object in her hands, before throwing it in the air and catching it again. Pffft. She was probably never going to learn to like Quidditch. Though, the fourth year felt like she should at least try. What was taking her so long to decide, anyway? It was so unlike her.
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Slytherin was honestly quite bored. she didn't know what she was doing either. Well, actually, she did - she was walking her cruppy. The green leash was wrapped around her hand as she allowed the creature to walk wherever he wanted to. Selena supposed Clarke deserved some time to himself to just go around and walk. Her pygmy puff was perched on her head as she continued to walk before the cruppy went insane and started to bark at something.
She held onto her cruppy as she ran to keep up with the excited cruppy barking at something going up and down in the air. Selena didn't know what it was and she didn't know why Clarke found it remotely interesting - she did know that the cruppy was now slobbering all over the girl's shoes though. So the head girl just stood there and waited for her cruppy to grow bored of the girl's shoes.
"Hi," Selena said, wiggling her fingers in greeting.
"Clarke likes shoes."
Because that was a totally reasonable explanation for the cruppy slobbering on the girl's shoes.