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Benzi couldn't help but be a little taken aback by this. "FERN leaked that herself?!" he exclaimed, and proceeded to nod understandably at Cutty's predicament. "Really is a nut job. I'm just glad she decided to pick you and not me," he grinned in spite of himself, genuinely relieved. He did NOT need to have his name written on some gossip parchment linked to dating a Lake Girl.
At Cutty's NEXT words however, the Ravenclaw snorted. "Mate, I ain't paying you for somethin' that I already own," he pointed out. "And besides," he couldn't help adding, "who'd be thick enough to buy it for FOUR sickles? I'd give the aparecium 2 sickles at best, y'know, for those crazy girls.." he laughed lightly. "Then again, some girls are so weird they'd probably give you a galleon if you caught them at the right time." Girls were so strange.
Right, the spell they were working on. In all this aparecium talk Benzi had almost forgotten about it. Searching for one of the few targets still left on the wall he pointed his wand and, his tone bordering on bored, cast the spell with the wand movement required, his hand relaxed. The eleven year old grinned lazily as the steady stream of hot air dried out the parchment slowly, allowing it to retain some bendiness to it.
"I reckon we don't need to practice anymore right?" Benzi pointed out as he grabbed the warm parchment off the ground, crunching it up into a ball and tossing it against the wall for his own amusement.
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I know. She can't get enough of me. But that's to be expected." He said, not the least perturbed by a rumour being spread about him or even that it was Fern he was connected to. He seemed to relish the attention for exactly the same reason he'd accused Fern of leaking it. "
I feel sort of bad for the Forrest kid."
Did you, Cutty? I mean, really? You're such a liar!
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Ma'aate, four sickles is nothing compared to what you'll have to do to get it back from Fern." Likely. "
Besides, would you pay four sickles knowing that Sophie Newell had handled it? I thought I could still smell her lipgloss on it." Or maybe it was her hair wash, or maybe it was nothing at all.
Cutty was quite tired of practicing the charm by now and the gust of the cool winter wind was already reaping what was the left of the parchment wads anyway.
Though Batty Bentley had mentioned to practice until you can't do it wrong. There'd be time for that later. "
Yeah, I suppose we should quit while we're ahead." He hoisted himself up and grabbed his bag.