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Crayola 
Oh, this was going amazingly well, was it not? Woodson already had to apologise to one girl because of him - that apologetic smile of his twin had not gone missing - and it was crystal clear to him that very few people wanted him there.
How marvellous. He loved being the centre of everyone's attentions .. even if all the girls had come running into this compartment because of Woodson.
To the girl that had introduced herself, Sebastian nodded politely - to make Woodson proud, that's all. Celandine. Pretty and unusual name. He approved. "Sebastian Whitcomb, Miss." He murmured in a low voice, eyeing the hand she had extended.
Okay - that was pushing things.
Celandine beamed at Evolette and Willow and shifted closer to Daph then shelaughed good naturedly. "Well hello Sebastian. I'm soooo over being called Miss! Really! Like all summer, because of my society debut and all? Miss Toussaint this and Miss Toussaint that and I like my first name just fine, sometimes its nice to be a little informal. So, call me Cela. I'll call you Seb." She smiled brightly and eyed her floaty hand until Seb's brother caught it up.
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Waterloo CRIKEY!
Woodson couldn't stop the perplexity masking his well-defined features when yet ANOTHER girl came waltzing into the compartment. This one was apparently a good friend of Willow Kovac? Ew.
Well, hopefully she'd keep Kovac busy.
Besides, what did that matter when there was a girl offering her hand!?
Of course, Sebastian didn't take it. Woodson however, was quick to sweep it up in his own rather larger hand. He hadn't taken those etiquette lessons for nothing. No, sir!
"Pleasure to meet you Miss Celandine," the fifteen year old muttered, bringing her hand to his mouth and brushing his lips lightly across the back of it. Yes, he was a smoooth operator.
Lulz.
Cela giggled a little having just chattered on about the miss thing. Still, she had spent all summer practicing so she inclined her head gently and answered with an obvious twinkle in her eyes, "And such an honour to meet
you Mr..." Obviously they were brothers so he'd be 'Whitcomb' too, but what a faux pas for someone who insisted on being all starchy and mannered. She wiggled the finger of her free hand at him and then giggled some more.
"So, what brings the two of you to Hogwarts?" She took her hand back and idly started to tug on the hem of her skirt where it sat on her thigh, not noticing when her purse fell from the seat and on to the floor right by the door.