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This time there was no way she could stop herself from giggling no matter how hard she tried. She knew her brother's question wasn't intended to make her laugh, so she didn't mean to burst out like that. But she did have a serious answer for him. "While they are meant to be viewed as experts, I'm certain professors are continuously expanding their knowledge and sharing it with us. They're more facilitators of learning."
Unlike her brother, the Hat hadn't done much persuading. If anything, it just muttered to itself for what seemed like forever, debating whether Ravenclaw or Slytherin was the right place for her. She wouldn't have minded either way, but she ultimately agreed with the choice that had been made in the end. "I always have good points," Gilly beamed. As for speaking with DeVries at dinner, a simple "if we must" was given in response with a shrug. It wasn't like the professor, merpeople, or the Giant Squid were going anywhere any time soon.
"Cuddling with a grindylow would be ... quite a choice," she mused as she continued peering at the underwater world beyond the glass panes. So far nothing too out of the normal was swimming buy -- just a few fish. "If anything they might give good massages." Her fingers were wiggled, representing tentacles, in Drake's direction.
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