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Intimidating the girl with his prefect status didn't go as he thought it would have. She seemed to be quite chipper about it, and somehow it gave her a confidence boost. Were all Hufflepuffs like this? In all honesty, he could see his mum behaving in a similar manner if she were eleven all over again.
He repressed a snort when Randa stated that he looked a bit hungry. Someone was definitely a Hufflepuff. But, yes, he was hungry, which was his reason for being down in the kitchen at such an hour. The boy simply nodded his head to that question, and then he shrugged his shoulders when she inquired where the house-elves were. "You'd think they'd be here. The sleep just over there," he murmured, pointing at the door that led to their sleeping quarters.
That didn't seem to matter to the young girl, though. She seemed quite content with making her own food. AND his too? Well, Frankie certainly wasn't going to deny her that joy. "I'll have an Italian sandwich, if you really don't mind making it." No turkey for him as it would make him sleepy, and he couldn't afford to snooze during his patrol in case something fishy occurred.
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