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What was this!? Freakin' pick on Clifford Carden day? One thing he knew for sure ... Gryffindor Prefects clearly had issues. All of 'em. Clifford didn't take too kindly to being bossed around like this though, and he glared right back at Cale. And there he was thinking the guy was actually alright.
"Well, excuuuuse me." Clifford spat impatiently. "But I don't recall anyone putting you in charge." Honestly, who did he think he was? Being all Mr. High and Mighty. Just showing off infront of his girlfriend probably. The way she was staring at him all gooey eyed was enough to make him want to barf. "It's not up to you who stays or goes, y'know. But whatever, I'm done.. this was meant to be a meeting for Order members.. not a bloody reunion.." He frowned, standing up and kicking his chair back, fists clenched angrily. "I'm out of here." And with that he dropped his parchment on the floor and skulked on out of the spare locker room.
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