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| Grindylow
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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19
Why, William Whitelaw!
You certainly knew how to flatter a friend!
Charlie certainly appreciated the effort you made for him. Even if he was having a grand old time in observing all those yawns. Come now, Will! There was no need to swallow the entire Great Hall in a single yawn of yours. “Morning, friend!’’ was all the greeting that the Hufflepuff could manage before a peal of laughter overtook him. “Did you look in the mirror?” he asked after getting a grip on himself. “Quite a sight you are.” Char shrugged at the question. “Don’t know, honestly. I suppose it’s the prospect of getting in the air.’’ There was a sly grin from him. “Would you like to borrow some of my energy, you grump?” The seventh year nudged a dish of scrambled eggs towards his friend. Yes, Charlie laugh all you want, it is still too early in the morning. It's still dark outside too thank you very much. Huffing loudly Will grumped out to his best mate. "I didn't stop fix my hair in the mirror. That's your fault by the way for wanting to meet at this ghastly hour for breakfast." At least he had remembered his glasses as well as his gear for flying. "What's so wrong with my hair anyway? Is it standing up like lynx ears again?" Will asked as he got himself a plate and helped himself to some scrambled eggs as well as a slice of toast. ]"I'll get my energy up if you please could pass me some of that marmelade?" Food usually got his mood up, and he usually got more alert as the morning went on. "So what do you want to do when we get out to the pitch? Just fly around the grounds or train something?" Digging into the food on his plate Will tried not to sound too grumpy.
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