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iBeJenn
Melanie giggled when she saw the younger boy fixing his hair. It was a good sign if someone cared about their hair. That was a fact. Landon cared about his hair... a little too much sometimes but he cared about it. And it was clear that this ickle little Dylan cared about hair too. Or at least Melanie hoped he did. It didn't mean Melanie planned on stopping the hair ruffling any time though. "Always speak the truth. Lying just makes things complicated," she said, smiling and then fixing his hair a little. Because it was out of place. "Even if the truth hurts, it's like a bandaid. Because even if you lie to cover it up... when you peel the lie away to show the truth, it hurts more." Best to get over with in one go.
Carefully and slowly, Melanie moved her finger towards the cat and tapped its nose. There. Melanie had touched the cat. All was good. And she wasn't dead right?
"Be sure to keep Ginger away from Professor Flamsteed. I don't think he's particularly fond of fur," she advised. Also, next time you tried to have a tea party in the lab, invite him and perhaps you won't be sent to detention.
The boy nodded in agreement, smiling back at the seventh year. Those were some good words, he'd never think of putting it like that.
"That's very true," he said.
Dylan then watched curiously as Melanie tapped the cat and he raised an eyebrow, looking from Ginger to Melanie. Then to Ginger. And back to Melanie again. He cocked his head, studying Melanie.
"Why don't you just pet her? She won't bite, there's nothing to be afraid of." he said
unless Melanie was deathly allergic or something, scratching the kitten's head gently with his fingers. Ginger closed her small eyes and began to purr loudly. Dylan smiled then turned his attention back to his drawing, making the last finishing touches on the fountain, listening as Melanie spoke. Professor Flamsteed didn't like fur? Hmm. The first year shrugged it off and made a mental note in his head to keep Ginger away from Flamsteed.
"Do you know why he doesn't like fur?" he asked curiously, beginning to draw the stone ground of the courtyard.