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Hands crossed over his chest, he raised his eyebrows. "Riiiiiiight, that's why you almost fell all the way down to the dungeons right about now, of course, that was intentional," he nodded, sarcasm dripping from his every word. Poor Frownyface, still struggling with the system. Benzi was PROUD to say that he had never gotten to a point where he had to cling onto the rails for dear life. NOPE. He knew better.
SMART PEOPLE HOUSE.
Did she just. . . "BWAHAHAHAHAHA! I'm sure that was intentional too then, eh?" he asked in between laughed, looking down at the Slytherin girl who had fallen so gracefully - NOT! - onto her behind.
Er. He should probably help her. Why was it she always needed his help whenever they met?!
"Need a hand?" he asked, still smirking broadly, and offered his own to her.
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