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Blaise allowed himself a grin, a genuine grin. "Always Professor, but this is nothing compared to how highly my quill thinks of me." True story. He missed his little buddy and would beg, plea and cry to get it back if he had to--for all the good that would do. His parents' minds were well made up.
And it seemed the grin was going nowhere. This was the first all term he'd been excited to answer something in a class that wasn't Muggle Studies because it was RIGHT up his alley. The boy never had his wand. Ever. Like now. Nope. No wand. He'd left it in his trunk.....unless Bentley brought it along like he'd been doing since they got back.
"If the person's huge, there's a chance he's slow too so I'd take my chances running, but if he looks REAL FIT I'd try to find a big stick laying around and swing til one of us gives--while hoping it's not me and ensuring my quill is recording what might be my last few moments on earth. Something heroic--something snazzy. I'd be famous in history books after." But he was digressing. "If I can't whack him hard enough where it hurts I'd hope he's got a brain so I can reason with him being SUCH a bully. I'm not exactly big you know and I'm still on that adorable dimpled phase. He'd have to be a rotten jerk--and you saw what happens to jerks at the feast, didn't you Professor?" A glance was spared a both Ravenclaw Prefects before his gaze settled on the man, grin still firmly in place.
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______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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