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Mad Eye Touz 
Slightly distracted, Plymouth nodded. "Hands high, turn around, hip bump noze nuzzle." Plymouth remembered that kid.... and how he bit that other chap in the streets. He wasn't what Plymouth would call "cool".
"Errm... CellBell? I ..." Crocker made him nervous, "I think I'd like some fresh air, after all. Bit stuffy in here. Do you mind?" Plymouth brought his eyes around to only look at Cela and try to pretend mini-Crocker didn't exist.
"That's okay." Cela told him, "I'll see you in the common room later, okay?" Celandine smiled brightly and
looked up at Plymouth. "And you can give me my present."