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Mad Eye Touz 
Plymouth took the curse full on. Something about the look Anna had been giving him had ALL SORTS of distracted. She was clearly thinking very hard at him... about him? To him.... What..?
So the babbling commenced. "Did you pick me because you like me? I mean, I .. wow. I don't even know. I'm not supposed to be saying this, but YOU ARE so PRETTY Anna G. It kind of makes me CRAZY." Despite the truth in that, Plymouth was COMPLETELY horrified. He looked wildly around for someone else to babble about, praying it would be enough to get him going in another topic. The verbal diarrhea continued while he searched for Cela, "And I don't get why you're with Newell. I had a good look at his hair earlier... I'm telling ya... it's ..."
Oh there was his girlfriend! "HEY GIRLFRIEND! You are looking cute today. If you want to, we can dance in this class. I mean, I'm SO SURE Kazimermeaniz will deduct 800 gadzillion points from me, but I don't care. You want to? What's your favorite candy? Do you want to go for a walk later? Did you do your Muggle Studies Homework? I talked about you in mine. I talked about Copernicus, too. He's my brother. No. He's my stepbrother. He's right here." Plymouth went on talking.. and babbling... and on and on and on...
"Why does my girlfriend want to curse me? CellBell? Why do you want to curse me? Is that normal? Should I be concerned? Does that mean you like me a LOT? Or not at all?"
And so on and on he went...
Anna's jaw dropped when Plymouth began feeling the effects of the babbling curse. Well,
this would be amusing to watch...and listen to. Did she pick him because she liked him, though? Well, sort of. He had been a really good friend to her since they'd met that day in Diagon Alley. He also sort-of, kind-of, used-to-be, maybe sort-of-still-is head over heels for her. That in itself deserved a bit of admiration for Plymouth, right?
Right. Her eyes briefly widened and then she softly giggled at the little comment he made about her being pretty. Poor Plymouth. He really shouldn't be saying such things in front of his girlfriend. Cela would understand that he was just reacting to the babbling curse, though. When the babbling turned to Cale, who didn't seem to be around at the moment, Anna smiled at Plymouth and then turned to walk away. She'd done what the professor asked her to do, so for the moment, her work with Plymouth was done.
Anna raised her hand once again. "Professor, I'd like to volunteer to be cursed or curse another," she said, hoping she could get the chance to practice a bit more.