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"Exactly." Mia said in agreement to Treyen's shuddering. Even though he hadn't actually said anything she knew what he was thinking. Just as she had been thinking the same thing.
EWWWWW!
Mia laughed knowing full well that Treyen had absolutely no plans on coming and telling her about the chicken. He was just humouring. People did that a lot ot her. "I can't wait."
Hehe.
Aww poor Jake. "I might go and visit him later. Hopefully he's not too out of it." Mia knew how much this match had meant to Jake and maybe she should have bet on him again, to give him some luck and stuff. "So you got any plans for the summer?"
Okay, so, he'd said nothing, but then Mia managed to know exactly what he was thinking? It was probably the same thing everyone would think, clearly.
He nodded, and said nothing further on the matter.
Haha, but she'll have to wait, because he didn't know how to ask a chicken something, much less...listen to whatever it was they had to say. Maybe that Destiny girl could? Yeah, he wouldn't want to ask any Slytherin for help. Sierra had been an exception, and neither of them were helping each other, really.
"Yeah, neither can I." Just, don't hold your breath, Mia.
Treyen smiled. Visits. From people Jake got long with. That would work.
"He may talk a bit nonsense, but he'll be alright soon." Because he needed to be, right? After all, the school year was almost gone.
Summer plans?
"Oh, I don't know, we've got nothing planned, I think I'll just stay in England this time." And he was completely okay with that, which is why he shrugged.
"You?" and his eyes flickered between Mia and the Slytherins that were coming her way and...
...were suddenly here.
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Anna Banana "Professor Vindictus," she spoke up, noticing the Ravenclaw Head of House walk by. "Congratulations to your house for..." putting the Puffers where they belong "...defeating the Pu---Hufflepuffs." Hufflepuffs--right. Professor Lafay had nearly taught her, by now, not to call them Puffer Children. It'd be a hard habit to break, and Sierra still wasn't sure if she even wanted to address them by their proper name, but this was a start.
Speaking of Slytherins.
Yes, Sierra, we hear you, and we know you meant to say something else. He smirked as his gaze was turned towards the little Slytherin. Someone already knows who'll test their potion.