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Cedric 
Paulie's head shot up suddenly, when he heard someone yell his name. And then Cornelius' grinning face was off there about twenty feet away. Cornelius shared Paulie's enthusiasm about EVERYTHING, and so when Paulie saw his friend, he had to smile. Just a little, ya know. "Oh, hey, mate," he said to the Ravenclaw boy as he approached. Was Paulie all right? Huh. No. No way, Jose. There was a REASON that he was walking around sporting a black eye and a poor attitude. Because both of those, particularly the latter, were very uncharacteristic for Paulie Foster.
"Eh, been better, I guess. Just made a mess of things for myself." He and his stupid head. Or mouth, he supposed. Paulie pushed the swing next to his and tilted his head towards it as a signal that the General could sit, if he wanted. "What's new with you? How's your enigma girl?" And by that, he could only mean one person.
Cornelius's eyebrows rose at his response, and in the next second seemed to notice the black eye Paulie was sporting. He simply listened for a moment, trying to figure out if he had been in an emotional or physical fight, or both. While listening, Cornelius took Paulie's cue to jump onto the swing at his side, though he didn't sit immediately. Rather, the young man hopped up onto the seat, standing up as he swung back and forth just slightly. As Paulie asked about Aspen, he grew a bit distracted, letting out a soft chuckle as a grin fell onto his face.
"She's great," he beamed, glancing over at Paulie for a moment as he propelled himself forward.
"Confusing as ever," he revised playfully, still smiling,
"But still somehow fantastic." He finally plopped down onto the swing from his standing position, sitting down at Paulie's side and beginning to swing normally.
"But this is not about me," he chuckled softly, returning his gaze over to the older boy at his side.
"You've gotta explain this black eye, mate."