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Yes, Miss Moretti. Or Healer Moretti. Did she not know they were one and the same? Treyen usually called her pretty Healer Moretti, he was a bit surprised that he'd suddenly called her differently, but Arya knew he was referring to the same person, "Yes, have you visited her? Maybe we should go together...," he suggested, keeping his eyes in the now-moving little Beater.
Hehe, little Beater.
There it is! Treyen knew she wouldn't think that the little figurine would be cute anymore. That's why boys were the ones who tended to enjoy those sort of gifts. "He's not...," swinging his little bat at her, "...do you see that little black blob over there, that's the Bludger, he's trying to hit that, I would be very careful to activate him, since that Bludger is bound to hit someone," like Destiny, or Evelyn. And he watched as the little guy got closer to the Bludger and Arya took her book. Yeah, his game time was over, "Game over." And a very frustrated figurine was now landing on a little stand inside the box, the Bludger was doing the same, and the little Beater dude was waving his bat around...and if he'd had a face, then he'd probably be whistling right now.
"I think you like it better when he's not playing," Perseus probably would, too.
Hm. So, he wasn't gonna let this go was he? Not surprising.
"I... was waiting for the right moment." Yeahhh.
"Maybe instead of visiting her hospital, we should invite her to a picnic or something? Get her out of the hospital wing?" That way she wouldn't have to visit the hospital, not that she planned to, and the woman could get some fresh air and a meal. She would like that surely.
No, she did not think the little thing cute anymore, at least not as cute as before. It was much cuter in it's box. Squinting her eyes, she tried to see the little blob, but it was hard with all the swinging and flying.
"Yeah.... I'll let him play in his box instead." Unless she was around Destiny... maybe she'd take it to class for funsies. Heh. Arya watched the little guy return to his box, storing Treyen's instructions to memory. Much much cuter in the box.
"He's cuter on his stand," Her smile returned.
"Thanks, Treyen!"