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Great. This is just great, the third year thought and tried hard not to roll her eyes. You? Nooo. I was talking to the Pixie standing behind you, she wanted to reply, but managed to control herself. ‘Yes, you. Are you all right?’, Gwendolyn asked one more time, even though it was rather obvious that he wasn’t. Or at least she thought so.
Pfffft. Come to think about it, maybe it would have been best to avoid talking to him. Ehem. She expected he was going to snap back with something or just ask more obvious questions. Nice going, the third year ‘congratulated’ herself.
'Oh, so it was me.' Zeke thought to himself as he replied,
"Oh sure, I feel great. I'm the happiest person in this room. I could just stand on this table and dance my heart out for everyone."
But really though, did it look like he was fine? It was painted all over his face that he wasn't really happy. Wait, that would be an understatement. He was deeply annoyed by everyone who seemed to be having the time of their lives. The only thing that could make him happy now are two things: hitting everyone in the room and eating food. But since the food hasn't arrived yet, he'd have to resist hitting someone. That'd mean more trouble.
"What's your name?" Not that he was planning on remembering it. But it was what the law required for a decent conversation. Not that he was planning on having one either.