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Magical Soul Louisa placed everything she had in her hands in front of the stall, still not daring to go in there. She didn't look at Joao when he started talking, simply because her anger would be showing. Instead she took her wand out... and pointed it at the bucket, "Aguamenti," and so they had water. Another tap on the bucket, the water was heated. Thanks to Bentley for teaching them how to water plants with hot liquid.
She glanced sideways at the items Joao had brought. Good thing he didn't notice the poop scoop coz he was doing it all on himself... well she was going to help him if he hadn't brought up that subject in such an obnoxious way. "We're not on a Rendezvous. Get over yourself."
Oooh. So Joao Neves the magnificent was only doing this for some credit. Interesting. "You didn't do it. I'm doing it with you," she answered him flatly before opening the door of the stall and peering closely at the Re'em. "We can write your name on top of its head." As an answer to his question. And no she didn't sound humorous about it, he actually deserved to be treated like this. She started rolling up her sleeves, thankfully she was just wearing her uniform. "We'll wet the rags and wipe him gently. Each one can take a side. I think it's easier than the Hippogriff."
Oh, she was still angry about that and wouldn't talk about Adam. HER choice. Joćo didn't care about them
at all. He snorted to himself, in fact.
"I am over myself very much, thank you. I'm just saying." How was she still be with him? Was he really that good? Well. Joćo just didn't care. She could go date that idiot--no one was more idiot than Adam though. Huh.
Good thing she was angry. She did all the important steps he didn't know without giving a heed to them. Hehe. Maybe he should talk about the scumbag more? Or maybe not. Because now, she wasn't being funny.
"Haha, really funny." He rolled his eyes.
"I mean it. I'm not getting any horns for nothing. You shouldn't, too." He eyed the rags and then eyed back the stall and Louisa
inside it. Then, he let out some ineligible Portuguese words under his breath and took off his coat and sweater, carefully hanging them on the stall door.
Still eyeing the beast as he waited for it to bolt, he got serious again. He was even a little emotional, if she listened closely.
"No kidding. How are you two?" He didn't care, but he still wondered. He
had to know if he had been a worse boyfriend than the scumbag, as if that was possible.