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Arms crossed and right foot tapping, Fern sighed dramatically. She had been waiting by the doors leading to the Great Hall for the past hour, and she was not happy. She had given up a good thirty minutes of beauty sleep to be early, which undoubtedly was the precise reason why her hair had refused to cooperate that morning.
The 12-year-old's stomach grumbled, and she nearly groaned. Where was he!? She needed to eat, then she needed to try and do something with her hair besides shove it into a ponytail and plaster it with glittery hair clips (the hair clips were fabulous, but even they couldn't hide the matted mess that was going on), and then she needed to get to class! Fern didn't have all day for this.
Then FINALLY he arrived. And walked RIGHT PAST her! RUDE!
"Toby!" Fern hissed, scurrying after the third year and attempting to grab a handful of his robe's sleeve, "Toby, we need to talk!"
What was that hissing? Was there an angry cat somewhere around here?
Tobias looked around for the source, especially when he heard his name. It didn't take very long to see Fern, from his House, RIGHT THERE and with an outstretched hand. Coming at him. His eyes widened and he started back in surprise. Is this what it felt like to be a golden snitch?
"Fern. Hi. Hello. Hey. What's up?"
They needed to TALK? WHAT DID HE DO.
Despite the ominous conversation opener and strange grabby hands, Tobias graced Fern with a wide grin. Hello. Hello Fern.