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Anna Banana 
As she took a second bite out of her sandwich, Sierra looked at the boy with one raised eyebrow. He wanted to eat five sandwiches?! That wasn't a growing boy--that was a growing mountain troll! "Erm, do you want to eat five sandwiches?" she asked. Or was just wondering what would happen if so? She shrugged. "I guess I wouldn't mind then either. I mean, you look..." She paused, grew slightly wide-eyed, then looked down at her sandwich. "...pretty fit for a...how old are you now?" He didn't look like he needed to stay away from five sandwiches.
"Oh," she said, when he admitted to not playing Quidditch. "You should." I mean, you eat six hundred sandwiches a day! She grew quiet as she ate a little more of her sandwich and finished the punch. She tossed her plate and cup into the bin and turned back to the boy. "Well, Kennedy, I'm Sierra," she said. She looked down at his hand. Hmm... He seemed harmless. She reached out and enclosed her tiny hand around his and gave it a shake.
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could eat five sandwiches, but he wasn't about to do that. He was only curious what her reaction would be and since she didn't mind, then there was no use in getting stuffed. Kennedy paused mid-bite of his second sandwich when she began to do...THAT. He bit into the sandwich and looked down at his plate, trying to hide his red cheeks. He wasn't used to being complimented on his figure. He swallowed and drank some pumpkin juice before answering.
"Er, thanks. I'm fifteen," he said.
"I would," he said.
"How is it possible to play Quidditch on you own?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. If the game consisted of seven players, how could one play all those positions. He figured the only role that could be played by oneself is seeker. Why was she looking at his hand? It was clean after all. Maybe he should have brought some Purell? But, it wasn't needed after all. He shook her hand and retrieved his cup of pumpkin juice.
"Nice to meet you, Sierra," he grinned.