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TakemetotheBurrow
Moxley was not crying. Moxley was simply leaking awesome from her eyes in the form of water. But like, she had it under control, okay? She had this. No reason to worry, tiny Hufflehuman. The Moxinator would live to fight another day, and with a new clock!
"And you, Mr. Fuller-Thompson, are a great student! If you ever need anything at all, you know where to find me. Moxley's got your back." Did the kids still say stuff like that? Err...well, whatever. Surely it still sounded cool because SHE was cool and hip and amazing so yeah. Yup.
Is there anything I can do for you? I've got some left over sweets from a recent visit with one of my students. How do you feel about chocolate?"
Toby wasn't generally one to blush, unless he was in a conversation about specific things, and he didn't do so now. But he DID often get all internally flaily when people said nice things about him. ESPECIALLY nice things regarding
school. He grinned anyway and gave a shrug.
"I... thanks, I mean... yeah, thanks," the Hufflepuff replied, and though
he didn't think he was such a great student, there was no doubt about it, Toby was definitely sitting a little straighter in his seat now.
"That's super nice of you, Professor." And then his eyes shone.
"I love chocolate. I love all sweets. All food. Anything with sugar, 'cept ice cream, I mean. But... yeah, chocolate is great!"
Awwww yis! Was she gonna share? 'Cause that was SUPER NICE of her if so!
There was a pause as Toby suddenly thought of something, and then quickly mentioned it before it escaped his memory again.
"Actually, Professor. I wonder if you might be able to help me with this one thing..." It was worth
asking, anyway, even if she couldn't help.