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SlytherinSistah
As far as Cutty was concerned there would've been no words that Forrest Charlton could've said to convince him that there was nothing in that hand squeeze he saw that day in the corridor. It was word of mouth vs. seeing is believing and Cutty trusted his sight more.
That all being said, it made Forrests expression of disgust and hurt, not to mention his bringing up Fern's moving on seem just brimming with jealousy. Cutty chuckled a little bit, just cause it was funny. The very idea that anyone would be hurt over Fern leaving. "Yeah? Whose the new love of Fern Quimbley's life?" He smirked curiously.
Whose? His, FORREST'S, but Forrest wasn't going to reveal that to Cutty. He simply shrugged to indicate he didn't know--a shrug that pained him greatly with the heavy bag over his shoulders. He winced visibly.
Then an idea occured to him. No, HIT him in the face.
His face looked blankly stupid for a short while as he thought it over. It was a PERFECT plan to get back at that Q-girl. Not that he needed to get back at her.
Oh, but he
had to!
Making up his mind quickly, he put the bag down and looked at Cutty through a different light.
"I don't think we've met properly before," he said amiably.
"I'm Forrest Charlton." He even smiled at his previous enemy, future friend.
Take THAT, Q-girl!