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Deezerz 
Yes, it was rare whenever the Slytherin smiled a genuine smile. It meant various of things. This time around it meant she was pulling the strings and getting what she wanted and dearest daddy couldn't stop her. It was great.
Cutty seemed worried, though. Beverly folded her arms across her chest, shooting him a teasing smirk. No need for more sappy stuff. Last night had been enough to last her a while. A long while.
"You're going to miss me, Cutty Mordaunt." And so was she. He was her best mate after all and...no sappy thoughts! Merlin. She shook her head. "I'm not going to Uni there, just travel a bit and kick Jeremiah's bum in a surfing competition."
Slowly and really quite gradually the wide eyed expression Cutty had previously been wearing slipped away to reveal a poised veering on judgey look. What was Beverly on about? Surfing...in America...with...NO AGAINST Jeremiah Walker. There'd be shark infested waters and riptides and brushes with death in the shoreline wilderness.
He was jealous.
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Nar I wont!" He retorted a bit too defensively. "
And yew've never sehrfed a day in yer life, Beverly Wayne. What tiff a shark tries to eat yer?"