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"Really? Interesting. They must be immature still." Fletcher rested his other hand on Sandra's arm and guided her toward the grand marble staircase in the center of the hall.
He wondered if he should interrupt their conversation to act like a legit tour guide, or just let the Durmstrang girl ask questions when she wished? Fletcher decided against that pretty quickly, since after all, making friends with international students was more important than a silly tour. That was the whole point of the tournament.... besides the giant pot of money he was convinced he'd win.
"Well," Fletcher paused dramatically at the foot of the stairs and gave Sandra a very intense look, "I was actually pushed, you see. By my friend. A dear, dear friend of mine. Yes, a dear, dear female friend of mine attempted to murder me by pushing me out of the giant tree house."
He turned and started to ascend the stairs, leading at a nice slow pace. "It was rather traumatic." Wink wink.
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