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Mad Eye Touz 
That was not a bad idea... Plymouth was so sure his flowers would appreciate their own story time book mark. Most of Plymouth's stories came from his head, retellings of how his day went - but... still not a bad idea. "I know she's not." Plymouth knew a lot about Daphne Hopton. "But she hasn't always liked me. She doesn't even like me every day now. Hehe. Some days she's just... well. She's Daphne. She's my girl. I'm smitten," Plymouth grinned.
He edged closer to her, sort of slither to whisper, "Show off," at her second wordless spell in as many minutes it seemed. Hehe.
"You're so silly." Celandine told him, flopping onto her stomach. "Daphne doesn't like people, but she's
like liked you for a long time." Celandine tapped her arms and then pointed at Plymouths arms. "All bits."
Gigglesnort.
"So..." Cela sat up again. Was everything... going to be okay? Surely he totally understood some stuff now? Right? From what Daph said... Cela peeked a bit and then looked away quickly. SHE was SOOOO discreeeeeeeeeeet.
"I'm glad." She added.