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Kinz was proud of her foresight in having taken so much of the banana bread. It smelled so good, her whole mouth was watering just thinking about eating it. Then when she did eat it, it only got better. So yum. She didn't even feel ashamed in the slightest when Claudine commented on how much she had taken. "I know. But there's still lots left," she replied, seemingly unbothered. It's not like she was hogging it. Kiz had made sure there'd be enough for everyone before grabbing as much as she could fit onto her plate. Well, it was hard to know exactly, but she eyeballed it. Her eyes were usually reliable. Kinsay had good vision!
She also had the good sense not to comment on the whole boyfriend thing when Emm arrived. Healer Poppy would probably choose the worst kind. Besides, Kinz was pretty confident in her own matchmaking abilities and she had plans. Important plans. Plans that she hoped all parties involved would like. But that was for a different day. Today was for group therapy, which was a very terrible, no-good plan if you asked one Kinsay James. And the entire Hogwarts population, it seemed. Most of whom, were slowly trickling in. Cece received a little finger-wiggle in greeting as did Phoebe. "I'll wake you up." And if they both fell asleep, then the responsibility would go to Teddy by default.
Maybe group therapy wasn't so bad afterall. This was just like a huge hangout with all her friends. Everything was fine!
...... Until the "I feel" statements.
It wasn't so much the need to state her own that made her whole tummy twist uncomfortably. It was hearing everyone else's statements that did that, especially the ones fueled by negative emotions. Those were the ones that were the hardest to hear, mostly because they were things she felt too. So when it came to Kinsay's turn, she held up two slices of the delicious banana bread. "I feel full of bread!" She made a big show of stuffing one of the slices into her mouth all at once. It wasn't very polite, but desperate times call for desperate measures and this was the best bit of silliness she could think of. Silly distractions were the best kind.
Did she look like a chipmunk? Because that was the goal.
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