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Zahra put MARMALADE - her pygmy puff from her dad - ON Titus. She fully expected him to ride her around. "Marmalade. She's a Pygmy Gryff." NOT AN ACTUAL PUFF. "She eats boogers from what I can tell."
"I KNOW. Gosh. Just.... NO. What do you know? Shut up. Go away. I'll punch you and you can put THAT in your book. Then I'll punch your book. Just shut up." Gosh. Because GOSH. NO THAT WASN'T IT. THAT WASN"T WHAT SHE WANTED. UGH.
And now Titus was a pygmy-pony. Cute...? He really hoped Marmalade didn't get any boogers in Titus' fur, since that would be a bear to get out. "Pygmy Gryff. Does she root for Gryffindor when you play Quidditch?"
That would be a sight to see. She sorta looked like a tiny pompom already. Mo glanced up sheepishly at Zahra as she got LIVID in his direction. Cranky pants for real, this one. And threatening his future book. That was NO WAY for Chapter One to behave!
"I'm shutting up. Girls can kiss first, though. Just so you know. Don't always have to wait around for it to happen." Alice AND Cat had kissed him first.
... Mo wasn't sure if that meant he wasn't much of a go-getter or was just REALLY slow at picking up cues.
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Mell Michael had walked around the whole entire Great Hall but he had not been able to find his friend. He had even checked under the tables in case she was hiding under them. But nope, she hadn't been there either.
So he decided to make his way up to Gryffindor Tower to see if she was up there. Fortunately for him though, he found her in the entrance and he just managed to catch the last of her words and he raised an eyebrow.
"Looks like I'm not the only one you're angry with." Michael gave Mo an I'm-sorry-for-my-friend look before returning his gaze back to Zahra. "Are you not even going to come in and join in the festivities?"
And there was the blessed Toussaint himself. Thank Merlin. "She's not angry with me. She was just telling me that I'm startlingly good looking. And then we talked a bit about kissing, but really... I have a girlfriend. You don't have to hit me about it." Mo shrugged and redirected the pygmy puff-on-rabbit show toward his opposite foot.
"Is the food even arrived yet?"