Brynn glanced over her shoulder and jabbed her thumb in the direction behind her. "Oh she's over there.." Yeah, she wasn't going to get completely away from her mom.. was Bart here without any adult? Then she looked back at him with a curious expression. Art project? "Um.. no.." Where would he get that idea? Maybe she was supposed to?

Whatever.. she shrugged it off and took a hold of Toad as he handed him to her. He squirmed a little in her grasp as she attempted to hold him with one hand to allow the other in her pocket, soon forgetting that idea as he was too fidgety. She didn't want to drop him so she'd wait till Bart could take him again. Brynn opened her mouth to answer about the puff, but soon gave him a scandalized look at his suggestion. "NO." Gosh. "She's in my bag.. Here, I'll get her out. I need you to help me decide on a name." Brynn held Toad out for him to take again.

In all of the excitement of the morning, trying to get everything together and get out the door. Cinnamon forgot to eat breakfast. Well it was more like she didn't have time rather than forgot. Because she didn't forget about eating that easily. So thank Merlin Kings Cross had a snack bar.

And now that she had met up with her dad finally she could hit him up for money for food now. Plus she was still pretty upset over the things that happen the other morning. So he still owed her BIG TIME!!!

Her dad was pushing the trunk around now. As big and strong as he was he should be doing it anyway. She didn't mind pushing it for herself but her hunger had made her terribly moody. She had pouted until he took control of the trolley. She was standing in line when she heard a familiar owl. She grinned and turned around. It was Bart! She grinned. "Hey, I'll be right back." She turned back to her dad to tell him and skipped off quickly.

She appeared a few minutes later behind her friend. With a giggle, she said "Hey, Bart!" She turned back to get a glance of her dad who was staring at her. She eyed him and turned her attention back to Bart. Next she was coming alone. He was so embarrassing.

He glanced to the way she thumbed, “Oh I figured she wouldn’t be far.” He chuckled, she wasn’t thirteen yet maybe that was the problem. He was happy his mother took his excuse of the prefects would watch them and he would be fine. “Then why do you have glitter on your face?” It was an odd thing to see and he didn’t understand it.


He was laughing it was still funny to think about the dog eating it. Finally getting his money out of his pocket Bart grinning. “There we go.” Yep he had his snack money which was a great thing since he was hungry. Oh and the pygmy puff was in her bag, “You haven’t named her yet?” She had the creature for awhile now how didn’t it have a name. “You could just name it no name.” Which would be pretty funny.

Taking Toad back he shoved the frog into his pocket so it wouldn’t get away. His eyes looked around when he heard a familiar voice. Turning he grinned, “Hey Cinna, what’s up.” He watched as she glanced back at someone and he gave the man a goofy smile and wave. “Your dad? Maybe you should fix him up with Brynny’s mum. She’s always tagging along closely too.” He smirked at them both. “Hey maybe you can help us figure out a name for Brynny’s Pygmy Puff.” His eyes turned back to Brynny she wouldn’t mind would she?

Brynn shrugged at the comment about her mom. She was used to her close supervision and was fine with the fact that she was getting more freedom than she did last year. But glitter? Brynn made a face at Bart. "I don't have glitter on my face. Just a little makeup and you can hardly see it besides." She pulled the compact out of her bag and opened it, peering into the mirror to check. It was hardly even noticeable, Bart. She wrinkled her nose before closing it and putting it away.

Why was he laughing about one of her dogs eating her pygmy puff? Gosh he was so weird sometimes.. but then again he was a boy even if he was her best friend. And they were just weird by nature. Once he took Toad back, she pulled the puff from her bag and her eyes widened as the creature lunged at his head, bouncing excitedly from his head to his shoulder to where it landed on her shoulder. "I guess she was eager to get out," she laughed, then gave it a little pat on the head. She pulled her money out of her pocket then glanced up at Bart. No name? This suggestion got a raised eyebrow. "Nah.. I'm sure she can get something better." Even if it was kind of funny.. and she wouldn't be opposed to a funny name. Just not that one.

And she turned as Bart did when she heard a voice saying his name. Oh.. was she invisible? She stared at the other girl blankly for a moment before speaking. "Hi Cinnamon." Then she gave Bart a look. "My mom doesn't need to be fixed up. Just because you think you're the matchmaker now.. I'll let you know if she needs any help with that." Which she didn't. She didn't want a new dad. But a name for her puff she could use and she glanced at Cinnamon. "Bart thinks No Name, but I don't think that's quite fitting.." Any other ideas? Or maybe one would just come to her.. Now what to get for a snack?

Cinnamon would was still hungry and still very moody. She nodded as she spoke. "Yep. That's him." She rolled her eyes slightly when he grinned and waved at her dad. She crossed her arms. Glanced back at her dad. "Don't encourage him." She laughed a bit as she shook it off. Too late her dad was returning the grin with his own goofy weird grin and a wave. Oh my gosh. He is so embarrassing.

She turned and grinned at Brynn. "Hey, Brynn." When did Bart become a matchmaker? Brynn's mom? She wasn't sure how that would go. Like heck. That was happening. She liked the girl and all but to have her as a step sister no just no. Plus she did NOT need a mom. And surely not brynn's mom. The last set up she tried was with Emmy's aunt and that turned into a flop. He just kept going back with Poison Ivy. Eww "I'm going to have to get hid of poison Ivy first. Before I set him up with any one else. They're like magnets." She made cringed and made a face like she's just sucked on a lemon.

She was getting to her next since Bart had bought up the her dad and her mom thing. Which was weird. And so NOT going to happen. "So you did get one?" She had remembered how bad she had wanted one when she seen her at weaselys shop.

"You want me to help pick out a name? No name? For real?" because well it's the most logical name for a pet with no name. She laughed she still had the cat she didn't have I name for. "You don't want my pet naming help. I named mine, Millie." silly name. For real. She didn't even know how she came up with it.

Bart was still just staring dumbly at her. “You do so..” He went to point it out to her when she pulled something out and looked into it. “Makeup? When did you start wearing makeup?” That wasn’t something she did. Girls wore makeup not Brynny. He just rolled his eyes about it and decided maybe it was best to change the subject.

What were the looks for? He glanced between the two of them. “Hey your mum is always tailing us around, you seem annoyed with your dad. They seem perfect for each other and if they have each other they aren’t watching us as closely.” Get it.. Ugh who was he kidding they were girls they never got it. “Who’s poison Ivy?” That was an interesting name, but his imagination went more towards the super hero villains. Brynny got grumbles though, “I’m not a matchmaker.” Culloden wasn’t happy with him for some reason, so Bart was dropping the dating my mother thing. He was very unaware if they saw each other again after the day at his house.

“No name is a great name.” He chuckled and patted the Pygmy puff on his best friends shoulder. “Hyper might be good too.” That thing could jump. See Cinnamon liked it, he gave her a big smile as she laughed oblivious she wasn’t really laughing because she liked the name. “Of come on the three of us together have to be able to pick out a name.” This shouldn’t be that hard.

Brynn crinkled up her forehead as she stared back at Bart. Why was he looking at her so weird? She wasn’t a little kid anymore, didn’t he know that? She was twelve, nearly a teenager now. She sighed a little bit. “Yeah, makeup. Fern and I had a makeover party on my birthday.” And it was fun. But he was rolling his eyes at her and she was shrugging. Whatever.

She smiled a little bit at Cinnamon, faltering some as she talked about her dad. She didn’t think setting him up with her mom was a good idea, did she? It didn’t matter because she wasn’t about to let that happen. Her mom didn’t need a boyfriend. And then she gave Bart another unimpressed look as he began talking about it as if he was all for it. “They don’t even know each other, how do you know they’re perfect for each other? My mom’s fine without anyone.” Ugh, she didn’t want to have an instant family. She liked things the way they were and didn’t want it to change. But she did also wonder who or what this poison ivy was even if she didn’t voice that thought after Bart did. She was done talking about her mom dating, but that seemed curious or something.

The redhead nodded at Cinnamon and pointed to the pygmy puff and her shoulder. ”I’m pretty sure it’s the same one I saw that day at the joke store.” It looked the same anyway and she did describe it pretty good to her mom to make sure. But No Name was too lame a name for her puff. Funny.. but not right for her, maybe for something else. See, Cinnamon thought it was ridiculous too. ”Well, Millie’s nice,” she said with a shrug. Better than No Name at least. ”Maybeee.. Violet?” she squinted at the puff. She was sorta that color. What did the other two think?

Makeup party? Did she just say makeup party? Honest to kneazles why was she turning into one of those types of girls. His best friend wasn’t like that. He just kind of blinked at her. Who was this girl and where was Brynny. “Why do you need makeup? Trying to impress a boy? Hmmm?” A wicked girn crossed his face. “Brynny got a boyfriend, Brynny’s got a boyfriend.” That’s what it was wasn’t it. Though he stopped his teasing and stared, “Who is it?” He had to know who he had to bully if the bloke ever got to close to his best friend.

He just shrugged at Brynny’s question, “They both seem way over protective. Maybe if they hit it off you two could do more without them.” Sounded like a solid plan to him. Why did she think he was trying to get Culloden with his mum? For his own benefit of course. He needed the get out of detention card for this terms. He had big plans. EPIC plans!

He half listened as the girls talked about the puff. It was a fuzz ball as far as he could see. He wasn’t sure the big deal of the creatures, but girls seemed to be always all over them. Looking to see what snacks he wanted Bart turned hearing a name. “Violet?” He looked at the puff, it was her puff, but Violet was just so girly. “Why not jumping bean or thing.” Those were cooler than Violet, but if she wanted Violet it was her call.

Puck had received her letter. Yep. That stupid little letter with her supplies and everything. She wanted to P-U-K-E seriously. Was this a cosmic joke? She had to have a book on stupid numbers? She hated numbers almost as much as she despised children and their little sticky hands...and runny noses oh god what if one touched her? WHAT IF ONE WIPED SNOT OFF OF THEIR NOSE AND THEN TOUCHED HER WITH THEIR SNOT COVERED HAND?

She was hyperventilating – or well her heart was racing. She had already given Germaine to Claire for care after all her new ridiculously massive barn own Philostrate would have eaten him if she had brought him with her…and he was against the rules. Stupid regulations.

She leaned against the counter of a little Pizza shop and waited for friends to show up. Why not eat before the feast? After all they had what? A seven to nine hour train ride ahead of them? She was not going to starve, and she wanted time with her friends before the train, before it began.

THERE SHE GOES, THERE SHE GOES AGAAAAAAAIN.

Her Mum.

Driving away. Leaving her alone in this place. A TERMINAL OF ALL PLACES! AFTER ALL THOSE NIGHTMARES SHE STILL LEAVES HER ALONE heeeeeRE.

Mother, why?

Rorie rolled her trunk (with Herman in his cage well-secured to it and covered up) to the concourse. She wasn't quite ready to accept the fact that she had lost her battle against Hogwarts. Also, she was still tired from camp. Her mother brought the remaining things and brought her straight from camp to here. The loud rumbling coming from her stomach was a testament to how hungry she was.

Spotting a pizza place, she bee-lined over to it, yet also spotting someone she was happy to see. "PUCK, MY HERO!" She piped up next to her. "Am I glad to seeee yoooou." Maybe Puck will let her sit on her shoulders to keep away Hogwartian cooties.

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THERE SHE GOES, THERE SHE GOES AGAAAAAAAIN.

Her Mum.

Driving away. Leaving her alone in this place. A TERMINAL OF ALL PLACES! AFTER ALL THOSE NIGHTMARES SHE STILL LEAVES HER ALONE heeeeeRE.

Mother, why?

Rorie rolled her trunk (with Herman in his cage well-secured to it and covered up) to the concourse. She wasn't quite ready to accept the fact that she had lost her battle against Hogwarts. Also, she was still tired from camp. Her mother brought the remaining things and brought her straight from camp to here. The loud rumbling coming from her stomach was a testament to how hungry she was.

Spotting a pizza place, she bee-lined over to it, yet also spotting someone she was happy to see. "PUCK, MY HERO!" She piped up next to her. "Am I glad to seeee yoooou." Maybe Puck will let her sit on her shoulders to keep away Hogwartian cooties.

Puck grinned when she spotted Rorie. Oh she would have loved to sit with her on the train and not with…ugh, she couldn’t think about it. “Hey Lemur?” that wasn’t it but she still grinned at her friend as she heard the words NEXT yelled out. Oh thank MERLIN! “you want some?” She asked as she glanced at the pizza and then to Rorie again.

“How was your camp?” She asked frowning slightly as really, she would SO have gotten together with Rorie if you know she hadn’t been at the camp. She would have totally had her go glamping with Bianca and yeah, that would have been fun…like hello? They could have made each other’s hair all charmed and colorful and fun!

Oh…grumbling was happening. “I need food like now” she groaned and glanced at the pizza counter again.

Unless Clara was mistaken, this was the place for last-minute snacks. Perfect.

Nemo was looking around..Merlin he was ready to just go now but apparently it wasn't time yet. Considering he wasn't on the train. He was pushing his trunk around, Button was inside, she was quiet.

He and his owl were a bit closer now. Unlike the start of last term.

She did make a little sound though and as he looked back at her, he followed her line of sight and noticed why! It was Clara, the girl who helped him name her. He hadn't seen Clara all summer. "Hi! How was your summer?" Nemo would have hugged her or something but she always seemed very against hugging.

She answered Puck's nickname for her with a monkey-like attempt at sounding like lemur. She apologized a thousand times for climbing onto her at the festival. It was beyond her control, okay?

The pink-haired human bunny bounced at the the offer. "YES, I'D LOVE SOME." Who can turn down pizza, dude?

"CAMP WAS FUN." Boy, was it!! For sure would've been better to stay there than be here. -_- "My group got to perform The Rocky Horror Picture Show!" Ugggghhhh, the performance was sososososososososo fun. She was getting the sads now. "I got to play Magenta." GRIN.

Her grin dissipated when she spotted the person she wanted to see the least. "Ugh, kill me now." She muttered under her breath. Clara was the worst. So horrible, that Rorie circled around Puck until she found a spot where Cla-NAH was not in sight. Horrible, horrible, horrible.

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She answered Puck's nickname for her with a monkey-like attempt at sounding like lemur. She apologized a thousand times for climbing onto her at the festival. It was beyond her control, okay?

The pink-haired human bunny bounced at the the offer. "YES, I'D LOVE SOME." Who can turn down pizza, dude?

"CAMP WAS FUN." Boy, was it!! For sure would've been better to stay there than be here. -_- "My group got to perform The Rocky Horror Picture Show!" Ugggghhhh, the performance was sososososososososo fun. She was getting the sads now. "I got to play Magenta." GRIN.

Her grin dissipated when she spotted the person she wanted to see the least. "Ugh, kill me now." She muttered under her breath. Clara was the worst. So horrible, that Rorie circled around Puck until she found a spot where Cla-NAH was not in sight. Horrible, horrible, horrible.

Puck simply laughed when she heard Rorie impersonating a monkey. Heck it would have been impossible for anyone to keep a straight face with that, “Oh my gosh, you are hilarious…” she beamed once more. “And really, we are going to have so much fun with term!” She grinned widely even though if she had been there last term it would have been far more fun because…well, it was Rorie, and…other less fun more stress inducing reasons.

“Awesome! I love Magenta!” She grinned widely, of course she had heard her explain the YES to the pizza. So she was sold on it then. “A large please” she ordered and waited impatiently for the pizza to be cooked….ugh, they were on a schedule pizza person.

“WHAT? No! I will not kill you…and, when we get to school if she gives you trouble let me know okay?” She’d talk to Clara bout it maybe? After all Puck, Eden, and Clara had all watched Game of Thrones on that projector last term…and then there was the whole she had given Rorie refuge for a bit when she had been pretending to be a Slytherin and well…needed a bathroom. Oh. My. God. Bathrooms….yes, maybe this wasn’t going to be such an awfully boring term after all?

“We’ll ignore her then maybe?” She offered quietly, even though of course she had nothing against Clara really right now…she was about to say something else when the food arrived! YES PIZZA… “I got the cheesiest one I could get,” she grinned to Rorie as she had purchased a large box of a pizza with a delicious looking crispy cheesy-garlic coated crust, with stuffed a crust, extra cheese, and well…other toppings but really they could charm the slices once they were on the train and make them even more delicious. "It's super cheesy, half meat-half just cheese" she grinned.

She impatiently moved side to side, the smell of pizza making her twice the restless she usually is. Fact is, she should've bought her own pizza and not mooch off one of her only few alliances at this devil school, buuuuuuut free pizza, tho.

Rorie grumbled and scoffed, crossing her arms tightly around her chest. "What are you going to do? Talk to her?" She rolled her eyes and looked over her shoulder at some random spot on the wall, before realizing she shouldn't have talked like that. "Sorry, sorry. It's just-UGH!!" Her arms went into the air angrily, "SHE MAKES ME SO MAD." If changing schools wasn't enough. Now she has to deal with the best-friend-stealer on a daily basis. MARINA SAVE MY SOUL.

Like someone dousing a fire with water, the arrival of the DELICIOUs smelling pizza cooled down the fiery pink head immediately. "PIZZAPIZZAPIZZA!" She bounced around Puck like a dog trying to steal a piece off a plate. The pizza her friend ordered was of the gods! Rorie just wanted to inhale it whole right there. "LET'S EAT."

This was it. Hogwarts, no going back now, he was on the platform, his bags were packed and the ticket, that strangely exciting, but terrifying ticket was clasped in his lightly tanned hand as he pulled his trolley along the platform. His parents had gotten into a small argument and had shooed him out of the car with some money and a promise to meet up before the train left. Damien knew his parents well enough to realize they were probably, actually, snogging.

Anyway, he was hungry, and unless he was mistaken there was..... PIZZA, nearby.

Damien followed the delicious scent wafting through the crowds towards a little cafe sort of place, his stomach clearly sensing that he was close to food, gave an almighty growl and Damien pressed onward toward the glorious smell of baked bread, melted cheese and- Raspberries? Raspberries was a scent young Mr. Anderson-Belfort did not associate with train stations, pizza or Hogwarts, but rather a possibly mad, slightly evil girl with the brightest pink hair he'd ever seen. It didn't take the tall boy long before he spotted the aforementioned pink hair and in a minute he was behind her, and crushing her in a big, enormously big, enormously big, ginormous hug. "Rorie Hazelwood! Old Sport! What a surprise to see your fine, but dubious countenance," Damien said, adopting the accent of a Gatsby-like character.

"Oh hey! Pizza!" He released the petite girl and opened the pizza box, practically tearing up at the sight of the beauteous pizza within. "I'm in love." He said, handing back the box to the other girl, who... Looked familiar, now that he thought about it....

Ror was in the process of contemplating a way to somehow climb on Puck's back and also be able to pull her trunk around when the world suddenly went dark. So, it seemed it was time for demise, was it? Or--She looked up to the face near her head--or it was just Damien and his blasted bear-hugs.

She stayed still with an expression similar to the all-famous internet sensation of the 2010's, Grumpy Cat. Not because she wanted to, heck no, but because the complicated words he addressed her with made her brain into poop. Luckily, he let go.

"Puck," Rorie started, the tone of that of an exhausted parent, "This menace is my good mate, Damien Anderson-Belfort." She paused to slap the pizza box close and to wag a finger at him. "He must've smelled me from a mile away."

SPOILER!!: you two <3

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She impatiently moved side to side, the smell of pizza making her twice the restless she usually is. Fact is, she should've bought her own pizza and not mooch off one of her only few alliances at this devil school, buuuuuuut free pizza, tho.

Rorie grumbled and scoffed, crossing her arms tightly around her chest. "What are you going to do? Talk to her?" She rolled her eyes and looked over her shoulder at some random spot on the wall, before realizing she shouldn't have talked like that. "Sorry, sorry. It's just-UGH!!" Her arms went into the air angrily, "SHE MAKES ME SO MAD." If changing schools wasn't enough. Now she has to deal with the best-friend-stealer on a daily basis. MARINA SAVE MY SOUL.

Like someone dousing a fire with water, the arrival of the DELICIOUs smelling pizza cooled down the fiery pink head immediately. "PIZZAPIZZAPIZZA!" She bounced around Puck like a dog trying to steal a piece off a plate. The pizza her friend ordered was of the gods! Rorie just wanted to inhale it whole right there. "LET'S EAT."

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SPOILER!!: Puck & Ror

This was it. Hogwarts, no going back now, he was on the platform, his bags were packed and the ticket, that strangely exciting, but terrifying ticket was clasped in his lightly tanned hand as he pulled his trolley along the platform. His parents had gotten into a small argument and had shooed him out of the car with some money and a promise to meet up before the train left. Damien knew his parents well enough to realize they were probably, actually, snogging.

Anyway, he was hungry, and unless he was mistaken there was..... PIZZA, nearby.

Damien followed the delicious scent wafting through the crowds towards a little cafe sort of place, his stomach clearly sensing that he was close to food, gave an almighty growl and Damien pressed onward toward the glorious smell of baked bread, melted cheese and- Raspberries? Raspberries was a scent young Mr. Anderson-Belfort did not associate with train stations, pizza or Hogwarts, but rather a possibly mad, slightly evil girl with the brightest pink hair he'd ever seen. It didn't take the tall boy long before he spotted the aforementioned pink hair and in a minute he was behind her, and crushing her in a big, enormously big, enormously big, ginormous hug. "Rorie Hazelwood! Old Sport! What a surprise to see your fine, but dubious countenance," Damien said, adopting the accent of a Gatsby-like character.

"Oh hey! Pizza!" He released the petite girl and opened the pizza box, practically tearing up at the sight of the beauteous pizza within. "I'm in love." He said, handing back the box to the other girl, who... Looked familiar, now that he thought about it....

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Ror was in the process of contemplating a way to somehow climb on Puck's back and also be able to pull her trunk around when the world suddenly went dark. So, it seemed it was time for demise, was it? Or--She looked up to the face near her head--or it was just Damien and his blasted bear-hugs.

She stayed still with an expression similar to the all-famous internet sensation of the 2010's, Grumpy Cat. Not because she wanted to, heck no, but because the complicated words he addressed her with made her brain into poop. Luckily, he let go.

"Puck," Rorie started, the tone of that of an exhausted parent, "This menace is my good mate, Damien Anderson-Belfort." She paused to slap the pizza box close and to wag a finger at him. "He must've smelled me from a mile away."

Puck was laughing and rolling her eyes in only the friendliest of ways when she spotted the guy walking closer…sniffing? What was he doing? She didn’t say anything though she just stayed where she was and laughed some more. “Oh I don’t know maybe I can rig her potions kit to explode?” she offered with a smirking grin.

Heck, she could come up with something…”we’ll have to go to the potions lab and see what supplies there are and you know see how we can get away with things” she put the box on one of the tables and sat down. “Rorie” she laughed again and suddenly the guy was there. “WHAT?” She practically yelled ready to whip out her wand and point it at the guy.

No one hugged her friends without their consent…oh wait…he looked familiar. And then Rorie was giving him an introduction…”smelled you? Wait…have you ever visited Hogwarts?” She asked in a hushed so the muggles don’t hear voice…”you just look familiar. I’m Puck, Puck Greyvson” she introduced herself putting the extra emphasis of the grave of Greyvson. “and seriously…he can smell you a mile away? Are you part…dog? Bat? Something else we should know about?” She asked the guy point blank as she simultaneously opened the pizza box and pointed at a slice and then at him as if saying take one. She wasn’t going to eat it all even if she wanted to.

“Hi! Nice to meet you, and it’s more menace in training,” Damien said, taking the seat next to Rorie, unfazed as Puck yelled out at his presence. It took a lot of to faze the boy, random yelling was not something that did it. “Wait a second. Good mate? Uh, no, best friend," Damien amended, unable to let this slide. IT WAS IMPORTANT, DAMN IT.

Damien scoffed at her next words, brushing off the truth with a roll of his very blue eyes. “I did not smell her, her hair gave her away,” He explained to Puck, letting an arm wrap casually across the back of the pink haired girl’s chair. “Yeah, I, did… During the holidays last year, I think,“ Damien listened quietly as the girl – Puck, introduced herself and then it all came back, no way he could forget a name like hers. “Oh, hey, yeah… We met… I was hanging out with Eden McGee, we were supposed to all play basketball,” The teen boy grinned, his eyes lighting up enthusiastically as the memories came back to him.

There was the smelling thing, seriously, ladies, LET IT GO. EVEN IF IT WAS TRUE, IT DIDN’T NEED EXPLORING. “I might be? One of my parents might’ve copulated with a strange animal at some point, but again I did not follow my nose here… Unless you count the pizza scent.” She was offering him a slice? What? What? For reals? “Puck, you’re a saint,” He said, leaning forward and kissing her cheek before grabbing a slice and taking a bite. Naturally it was perfect and Damien said a silent prayer thanking the plentiful pizza Gods for their generosity and grace.

“Ror, I really half expected you not to be here,” He said, giving his partner in crime a small smirk.

Rolling her eyes dramatically, she waved a hand dismissively. "Right, right. Best friend." Details, details. That boy, though. She dove straight into the pizza box to retrieve the cheesiest piece she could grab.

Digging into it, her eyes traveled back and forth between Puck and Damien as they talked. Dude, this was such good pizza, by the gods! It's like she could feel fireworks. However, she nearly choked when she heard her name. HER NAME. EDEN MCGEE.

"wAIT, WHaT???" She coughed out. They must've not heard her because they continued on talked. As soon as Damien turned his attention to her, Rorie smacked the pizza slices straight out of their hands uncontrollably. "HOW DO YOU KNOW EDEN?!" She swiveled over to look at Puck, "HOW?!" Ror felt like she was seeing red. She was only imagining the worse after all.

SPOILER!!: le poop & the fan yes?

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SPOILER!!: To Zee Lovelies.

“Hi! Nice to meet you, and it’s more menace in training,” Damien said, taking the seat next to Rorie, unfazed at Puck yelled out at his presence. It took a lot of to faze the boy, random yelling was not something that did it. “Wait a second. Good mate? Uh, no, best friend," Damien amended, unable to let this slide. IT WAS IMPORTANT, DAMN IT.

Damien scoffed at her next words, brushing off the truth with a roll of his very blue eyes. “I did not smell her, her hair gave her away,” He explained to Puck, letting an arm wrap casually across the back of the pink haired girl’s chair. “Yeah, I, did… During the holidays last year, I think,“ Damien listened quietly as the girl – Puck, introduced herself and then it all came back, no way he could forget a name like hers. “Oh, hey, yeah… We met… I was hanging out with Eden McGee, we were supposed to all play basketball,” The teen boy grinned, his eyes lighting up enthusiastically as the memories came back to him.

There was the smelling thing, seriously, ladies, LET IT GO. EVEN IF IT WAS TRUE, IT DIDN’T NEED EXPLORING. “I might be? One of my parents might’ve copulated with a strange animal at some point, but again I did not follow my nose here… Unless you count the pizza scent.” She was offering him a slice? What? What? For reals? “Puck, you’re a saint,” He said, leaning forward and kissing her cheek before grabbing a slice and taking a bite. Naturally it was perfect and Damien said a silent prayer thanking the plentiful pizza Gods for their generosity and grace.

“Ror, I really half expected you not to be here,” He said, giving his partner in crime a small smirk.

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Rolling her eyes dramatically, she waved a hand dismissively. "Right, right. Best friend." Details, details. That boy, though. She dove straight into the pizza box to retrieve the cheesiest piece she could grab.

Digging into it, her eyes traveled back and forth between Puck and Damien as they talked. Dude, this was such good pizza, by the gods! It's like she could feel fireworks. However, she nearly choked when she heard her name. HER NAME. EDEN MCGEE.

"wAIT, WHaT???" She coughed out. They must've not heard her because they continued on talked. As soon as Damien turned his attention to her, Rorie smacked the pizza slices straight out of their hands uncontrollably. "HOW DO YOU KNOW EDEN?!" She swiveled over to look at Puck, "HOW?!" Ror felt like she was seeing red. She was only imagining the worse after all.

“Best friend?” Puck asked raising an eyebrow at Damien and glancing toward Rorie as if asking simply with her face if he was for real. And then the smeller was claiming he hadn’t smelled Rorie…please he was lying so LYING. “Lies…you smelled her.” She nodded as if she was so sure of herself because really she was.

“Right…basket ball how did that go?” She asked curiously and then laughed when he answered her question as if it were possible. “Well then I might have to call you Bat!Kid for a bit.” She grinned mischievously and then her jaw dropped, “I am not a saint! I’m a mischievous pixie at best” Oh god. He had kissed her cheek.

She gave Rorie a look like does this happen a lot? But Rorie was busy yelling about Eden. “Wasn’t it the Hogwarts Welcome committee?” Puck offered not sure, she just seemed like she didn’t care how they had met. But she did give Damien a look. An if you hurt her I’ll murder you by locking you in a room full of pogrebins yeah…depressed and eaten to death. That’s how it would be with her.

Damien smirked and chuckled as Rorie dismissively relented to his word before attacking into her slice of pizza with the gusto of a starving man. “Yep, besties, partners in crime, Jules and Verne,” He said, he suspected the question was for Rorie, but he couldn’t help jumping in. “Listen Puckenstein! I did not smell her!” He added, rebuffing her accusation. No way he was revealing his Rorie senses, nope, nope, not happening.

“Basketball was alright, she learned pretty quick actually, even managed a few baskets,” Damien said, eating his pizza with as much poise as he could, the boy had been raised with good manner and that still counted, even when eating cheesy, delicious pizza. “You know, I’m not mad at that nickname.” His blue eyes glittered with amusement, which only turned to mischief when the girl’s jaw dropped a moment later. “A pixie? Nahhh, definitely a saint, saint of pizza and toppings.” He said, nodding his head sagely, though he paused in the action once Rorie started-

Shouting about Eden? He hadn’t even known the two girls knew each other. He blinked, watching the pink haired girl with mild curiosity and some concern. “Yeah, something like that…. “ Damien asked. “I think we just bumped into each other and became friends… “ He added, shrugging his lanky shoulders. He had no idea why this was so important, but looking at the face Rorie was making made him want to reach out and pet her hair and calm her down and feed her brownies, instead, he settled for wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

So focused on the pink one was he, Damien hardly noticed Puck’s death glare.

Ror got some pizza bits on her face when she snorted about the 'Puckenstein' part Damien had said. LOL, good one, DAB. She just simply nodded along giving the boy the satisfaction he needs.

They were rambling about some Hogwarts welcoming committee. What the heck was that??? And why wasn't she a part of it?! Shrugging off his arm, she paced back and forth restlessly as Damien explained, noticing Puck's killa look. Rorie held up a hand to her that said, 'Not yet.' and then she turned back to Damien. She got close to his face, narrowing her eyes. "...Just...friends...?"

Puck just smirked when Damien called her Puckenstein…she could deal with that nickname. She was convinced though that he had smelled her out though…she was NOT a saint. “Should we head to the wall and the train soon?” She muttered as she took a few more bites of the pizza.

She sighed at the look Rorie gave her. C’mon she was anxious for the KILL okay…if this guy hurt her she was going to flip at the little shi-“fine…I’ll back off but if he hurts you its on.” Like donkey kong.