"I sound like your mother? Gee thanks." Cece could tell by his tone that
that comment wasn't meant as a compliment. And now he was pouting? What a big baby.
Did he really just say that to her?
"And you know I'm NOT most chicks. Scars don't impress me one little bit." Really, Cece was starting to wonder why she ever liked this guy. They had absolutely nothing in common. His best friend hated her
and she pretty much hated him too, she was pretty sure he would never see her as more than a friend, he could be so damn immature at times... and so on and so forth.
Taking a deep breath she was about to tell him she would be spending her summer in Sweden working back at the base with her father when a patronus entered her office.
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A silvery faerie glided up to the stairwells and didn't bother stopping or knocking outside the Healer's office. How could it have knocked anyway? And in the raspy, hoarse voice that ailed Josephina Hadley these past couple days:
"Cece. Come down to the pitch now. Max is injured."
And with those closing remarks, the silvery shape dissipated into the air.
Not wasting any time she jumped out of her seat and headed for the door.
"Sorry William, duty calls. Please lock up on your way out." With that she was on her way to the pitch.