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Lockhartian 
"You!" she accused, "You should be careful of who drinks whatever it is you like drinking" this was simply...not normal. Who on their right mind would do such a thing? Pumpkin juice is sacred! Just as butterbeer! She shook her head, while her eyes narrowed.
Actually, the one to blame would be Varius, for drinking out of someone else's cup, but the girl had a thing for blaming the wrong people.
Willie stared at her, his eyes wide. Was... Was she ACCUSING HIM?! His eyes turned into steel (Not real steal, but yeah) and glared at her, his nostrils flaring as if he were some majestic dragon (*snort*). He stood up, placing his hands on the table onto his drool pool and looking down at her.
"It was ME CUP. 'Eeee took it!" Willie justified, pointing at Varius's nose. "I ain't rethponsible for what 'e takes!"
Honestly, people did seem to enjoy blaming him.
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Lacarnum Inflamarae Yep. Definitely a mistake picking this table. Oh well, too late now. Arabelle watched the strange boy blink at her before he smiled. She hesitated for a few seconds before smiling back the tiniest bit. She was still unsure what she was doing here. But she figured that talking to someone, no matter how strange they may be, was better than talking to no one at all.
"A cupcake? The thought of a cupcake made you drool like that? You know, we are at a feast. Did you eat anything?" She looked around him for signs that he had.
Shrugging, she listened to him respond to another person's statement. Did he just say he put things in the pumpkin juice? Surely he was joking. She made a mental note not to drink anything at the Hufflepuff table, just in case.
He turned to the girl and smiled instantaneously. "Yeaaaaaaah. I like giant lookin' cupcaketh! They're... They be lookin' good, mith!" Willie told her, nodding. He once more imagined the cupcake, drool filling his mouth until some horrible,
HORRIBLE stench filled his nostrils.
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dingDong So like the Slytherin table was officially getting a bit overcrowded and his mooncalf poo was telling him (yes, they shared brainwaves) to MOOOVEEE or else he'd die by an unfortunate stampede. He depended his life on the two buckets of poo that he carried straaaight towards the Hufflepuff table. That anti-odor charm was disappearing because once he took a great whiff, he could DEFINITELY smell it. SO LAIK WHY NOT STINK UP THE HUFFIE TABLE, EHH???
Perfect plan? Perfect plaaaannnn?! Spoiling their appetites... heeeheeehe. Being bored could do stuff to you.
"LA LA LA LAAAAaaaaa," he sang in a crooked tune, skipping to the Huffie table and swinging his buckets, which *cough* DID make some pooooo to splatter on the seats/people *cough* but eeeeeeee there were new HUFFIESSS. Who to talk to? WHO TO TALK SLASH ANNOY PEOPLE???
So many choices. But whatever, that poo was obviously gonna fill their noses anytime soon.
"CAAAAAM" Willie hollered, standing on his seat, showing his shoeless feet. They were now brown from how dirty they were. And now adding the flying poo to it which was now a little on his trousers and feet. Willie looked down, surprised that poo was on his feet.
Blink.
Blink. Blink.
Jumping off of the seat, he walked up to the Slytherin boy and stopped him. They had started to be friends last term after the flood when He, Cam and Cyrus rode on the broom together at once. It was a great ride, really. Except for Willie throwing up.
"Is tha' pooo in theereee?" Willie asked, looking down at the bucket. But before Cam could even really reply, Willie shoved both his sleeves up and then did the most horrible thing any human being could possibly do.
He shoved his forearms into the bucket and then pulled them out. They were covered in silver poo, dripping reaally. Willie smiled and then brought it up to his nose, taking a great sniff.
SNIIIIIIIIIIIIIFFFFFF.
SNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFFFF.
"Whatchu bringin' poo in thchool fur?"