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Originally Posted by
Mad Eye Touz 
Plymouth Morgan plopped down in the floor of the Common Room, alongside the box he'd brought down with him from the dormitory. He didn't even bother seeing who all was around; he was a busy boy. From the box, he pulled out some thick white yarn and some knitting sticks. They ALL got a frown, but he set to trying to get it all to work anyhow. It was IMPORTANT and Plymouth just would NOT be asking his mom for help. Again.
He switched to lay on his stomach, thinking if he got the yarn closer to his face it would be easier to see, easier to work. Yes. Clearly.
"Bedsocks, Plymmy?" Celandine bounced over to him cheerfully, bent down and planted a sloppy momma-type kiss on his cheek before throwing herself on the rug in front of him, stretching out happily.
She looked around the common room, adjusted her skirt to be decent and beamed at all the younger students, with a hi-I-am-nice-and-totally-smart-and-if-you-need-anything-just-ask-okay? look.
Then her attention went back to Plymouth and she grinned up at him from her position lying on the ground.