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Mad Eye Touz 
No connecting between the seats? Right? That's what he had said. So, as long as his chair wasn't touching Cela's... Plymouth made sure it wasn't and kept Cela's hand, letting it dangle in his grasp in the space between their chairs. She'd squeezed it and all, so clearly she wanted to keep holding it. And Plymouth was all about doing what she wanted.
"Nice Pup, Professor Bridgeman. Like a little bean. I got a clabbert I'll trade you for it."
"No." Ethan answered, not harshly but with an air of someone who had considered an offer and firmly rejected it.
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Celandine Celandine shifted slightly in her chair, feeling like their joined hands were the most OBVIOUS thing in the room. Technically, Truebridge didn't want them to hold hands right? Well if Plymouth wasn't letting go, Cela certainly wasn't. It was kind of comforting. Were they going to get in trouble? Cela's mind was ticking like crazy while Plym was... making small talk? Alright then. She shot him a little smile before shifting again and pouting at the thought of the trouble she might get in.
Her lip was quivering and everything.
Well... that... pout... gave the puppy a run for its money in the cute and pathetic department.
Truebridge looked down at their joined hands and pulled his wand out, flicking it at their hands and casting a revulsion jinx strong and precise enough to separate the two Ravenclaws hands and send each chair skidding in opposite directions.
He put his wand away and began petting the puppy with an evil-genius type of calm.
"Do you know why you are here?" Ethan asked the two, his eyes directed somewhere in the middle of the room to save the effort of looking to one side or the other. The puppy yawned sleepily and snuggled against the Professor.