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NiallNIP 
Quinn's smile dropped as he licked his upper lip, then wiped it with his hand. He hoped that made it go away—it didn't really.
Quinn nodded. Strawberry shortcake? Quinn wasn't sure if he could do a
true strawberry shortcake, but he could definitely make a spongecake with cream and strawberries on top. He would see about it later.
"I like brownies, personally. With chocolate chips and walnuts," he grinned.
"Me and my Gram make them all the time."
His head perked up as he heard two voices approaching, and he sighed. This would... not be good. Quinn knew Kinsay from the, er,
slug incident. And he knew Emmerson from the Ashley incident. He held no ill will towards Kinsay (though he didn't much like being around her), but he did
not like Emmerson all too much. And he knew that Eden hated her even more.
"Uh, why don't we go around to the clocktower, hm? I've always liked that entrance better, anyways, it's really pretty." He hoped against hope that Eden would just go along with it.
Too late, Quinn. Eden had already spotted that probably-inbred, delusional, pompous IDIOT Cambridge and her annoying, definitely-incessant associate Kinsay freaking James. Both of whom had another thing coming if they thought they would just be able to breathe Eden's air without her being mad about it. Not after what Cambridge had said to Ashley. NOPE.
"No," Eden said in response to Quinn's request, voice oddly distant as she let her wand fall into her hand, eyes locked on the two second years approaching them for some reason. Had they been followed? Could she not enjoy a peaceful conversation about dessert without being antagonized by a Gryffindor? WHY WOULDN'T HER EYE STOP TWITCHING?
The first year looked around to make sure nobody else was in the area besides the four of them.
She hoped that snot-nosed brat Cambridge enjoyed the
sardine spell Eden sent her way. She'd been practicing. If it didn't hit, well, she'd just have to throw some good old fashioned MUGGLE hands.