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...... Huh.
Lucas actually paused what he was doing to glance sideways at Cece, his eyebrows raised slightly. "Very wise words, I have to say." Not something he expected to hear from a first year, that was for sure. "You know, I bet they still appreciate your help, even if you can't use the stove just yet." And he silently agreed but he wasn't going to tell her that.
As confused as he might've been about the...... uh, spork? he had made, he was even more confused at the reactions he was getting. Cece seemed to think it was cool?! Much cooler than a regular spoon or fork, according to her. "You think so?" he asked, turning it around again as he examined it further. It seemed....... useless? Yeah, useless.
But hey, he'd made something that was COOL. Maybe that meant that he was-
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Uh??
Barlow was...... enthusiastic about this, wasn't he? It was enough to cause Lucas to stare, at a complete loss for words. Was this weird for the man or completely normal? The fourth year couldn't tell. All he knew was that this didn't...... really count as an invention - and not something he'd want to be known for - but, well, he wasn't going to tell Barlow that.
Yeah. Smiles. Awkward smiles. "Do you want it?" He could take it. Lucas really didn't want it.
In a true heroic fashion, Cece came with a distraction of her own. "You did it! We have a napkin now!" Which, according to some people, was as important as some of the other-
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WERE THOSE SNAILS?!
Ugh. The Gryffindor physically recoiled at the sight of the very large platters that the house elf was carrying. Oh Merlin. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part came when the Professor said that the snails were for all of them. Oh no oh no oh no. He didn't want to. He really didn't want to try the snails. But he also didn't want to upset Barlow who seemed so enthusiastic about the snails.
Help?
Exchanging a look with the first year, Lucas....... chose to move on. Spells. He had spells to concentrate on. And since Cece was choosing to brave the textbooks - thank Merlin! - he was going to focus on the inkwells that he had to turn into goblets. What kind of goblets? He didn't know. He didn't really know what kind of goblets went with the spork they had for their, uh, table setting.
Frowning slightly, he closed his eyes and tried to imagine a goblet. Any goblet. Did it really matter? He didn't think so. Nothing went with the spork they had and he was sure that the goblet might turn out to be equally as weird. But if it was cool enough, maybe - just maybe - Cece might be impressed enough by it to not think he was lame.
What was the spell again? Calix Verto? "CA-lix Verto. CA-lix Verto. CA-lix Verto......"
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