Sleeeepy time. Pet, Nuzzle, Bite. Mherrfph. | Paris, Roma, Home Again | Possible Lovegood Quote:
Originally Posted by Waddles Winston raised his left eyebrow at the girl. She was telling him what was impolite? The nerve of her! He would show her how to be polite. He was the politest in his family, and the Clarkes were quite the polite family, among Muggles and wizards alike.
"Eating that fast is no more polite than staring," Winston said just as matter-of-factly. "And you really shouldn't put your elbow on the table, either. You might get food on your sleeve." Blink. He'd been convincing. Charisa glanced from her left elbow to her right and then back at the boy. "How old are you?" she asked. "Anyone ever told you you'd make one heckuva prefect?" Well, hey. Five respect points, even if he was a stiff.
Charisa turned to eye her near empty plate. Hm, potatoes? She looked back up at the boy and fought the urge to dip her elbow into the leftover food. That would be simply childish, no?
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