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Stormdancer 
The Welsh girl made a face. ”Why would you eat a cucumber sandwich in the first place?” Marsha’s eyebrows furrowed inwards as she looked at the brunet man in front of him. Was he ill? ‘cause she didn’t think that sensible people ate cucumber sandwiches. Didn’t they know that the wetness of the cucumber made for awfully soggy bread and was generally bland and disgusting.
”Your potions?” She watched him. ”Maybe take them before we leave the station, that way you won’t spill them and can actually… y’know, drink them.” She nodded a few times for good measure, making sure that he knew she thought this was an excellent idea. ‘Cause obviously, potions were important. Yup. Well, most of the time if they weren’t something for fun like emotions or polyjuice.
She watched him mimicking her and then raised an eyebrow at him as he repeated her name not once but three times. Oh. That. She pursed her lips a little, trying to think of a Hogwarts without Cutty and once again realised that she didn’t like thinking about it. ”I’ll be sad.” She said almost instantly. ”And then I will remember how much you have helped me and the fact that we will still talk and I will take over the school and be amazing.” She nodded her head once as if that was her school plans for the next five terms.
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It was the only other sarney that didn't have ham in it." He didn't grow up with this fatty meat and although he'd eaten it before courtesy of Adonis Mordaunt, he'd never grown use to it's texture or high, HIGH salt content. Not to mention that it was prone to certain types of microbes. Not a fan. Who could be? Eww!
His potions. Take them before they leave? "
Ha! For Mehrlins sake, Hanover. This isn't amateur hour at the Cauldron Competition." As in, 7 straight years of potion making could steady the hand. He omitted telling her that he had to take them at certain times.
He didn't want to sound like a freak.
All in due time.
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Yes...Yes. Remember os little people, wontchyer?" he liked the confidence of the wee lion and didn't argue with her point. "
So long as yer takin' over the skewl, yew oughter make me yer vizier. At least put me on yer leadership council. I can rule remotely." He said removing a flask from his pocket and taking a swig of water from it. No it really was water, though. O_O "
It'll be the least yew could do fer me fer all I've done fer yew."