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MuggleBornWitch3 
Anna stood on her tippy toes, trying her hardest to see what Cale was seeing. It was no use, though. "Ugh, I can't see a thing, Cale," she replied, annoyance written all over her face. "Whether we go bug him or not will have to be your call. I can't even see what's going on over there. Who's he with?"
Anna jumped a bit when Cale yelled out. "What?!?!" she exclaimed, looking over at him as if she expected a hippogriff or something to be plunging through the crowd right towards them. "My punches can't hurt that much, Newell," she fussed. "I'm a 5'2" little shorty!" She wrinkled her face in annoyance again and grabbed his arm, looking it over to make sure she hadn't done any serious damage. "Sorry, Cale," she mumbled, giving him an apologetic look. "And I do see you creeping up on me in points. As a matter of fact, I'm actually glad you are. Who else would I want at the top with me besides you?"
"Some Hufflepuff player. We'll leave them alone for now," he decided, going over to the nearby table and grabbing a drink. He wasn't about to eat ANY foods from here--especially not if Vindictus had put them out. That man had lost all his trust when it came to food after that one flying lesson.
"Oh, oh really?" Cale asked, grinning in spite of himself and looking down at her. "It doesn't matter how tall you are--your punches
hurt. End of story," he said, sticking his tongue out at her. He was about to say that he was 5'11" and probably couldn't punch as hard as her, but he didn't want to her to think he was a wimp or anything. "Honestly, I think it would be so cool if you were top in points. I'd be dating the smartest girl in school," he said with a grin.