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Cassirin 
"But if you get out of it for one second, we can duplicate it nooooooow and everyone will leave you alone," Vivi offered with a shrug. It wasn't really that she cared who got the chair, although clearly Addy deserved it more because she whined the loudest.
Logic. Vivi had it.
"Dunno. Maybe you like people standing around staring at you."
Milton shrugged too. Because he rather liked the attention, to be honest.
Which was why he smirked a little bit at her next comment.
"Maybe I do." He WAS very nice to look at, he thought. So it made sense.
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Eriin Well this ONE was no fun. So SERIOUS and whatnot. Addy took a few steps closer to the chair and smiled sweetly down at the QC. "I'll be sure to put a sign on it next time." Innnnching closer she nodded and snorted a little.
"He says seriously that he is not serious. How's that for irony?" Really. I MEAN REALLY. Addy then moved around the chair so that she was standing to the side of it. Just a litttttle further and she could follow through with this plan. Heh.
A feeeeeew more steps around the chair...
Looking up from his book again, Milton saw Addy step closer to the chair.
"Sign or not, I'll probably still sit on it." Just saying. But why was she getting closer? Not that he necessarily minded, really...
Yes, he KNEW that was irony. That was the point, silly ginger. Milton just watched her some more as she continued to get closer and walk around the chair. What in the world?
"I understand that you enjoy staring at me, but this getting a bit creepy, love." She was like, RIGHT THERE. And it was weird.
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hermygirl Hutchinson? What was wrong with just 'Spike'? He might not be super close to the new Quidditch Captain, but they had played together last year. Enough to be on friendly first name terms, surely?
Heh, whatever.
"Well, enjoy it while you can, Shacklebolt," he said with a smirk. Because that was SPIKE'S usual chair.
"I will." *dramatic pause*
"Hutchinson." Quote:
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Magical Soul Also why exactly was Milton sitting on a chair with a BUNCH of
girls people around? The Ravenclaw squinted her eyes at him, "
Captain Shacklebolt, I hope you're not hiring students as slaves." You know.. to fan him and give some foot massage. Like in the movies. That was totally unacceptable. "
Is everything alright there?"
As for the design of the cat house, the head girl took a piece of parchment out of her pocket and threw it in the air. With her other hand holding her wand, she englarged it and let it hover in the air for everyone to see. "
This is what we'll be building, ladies and gentlemen. So come forward and start helping me with transfiguring those sticks into rectangular wooden planks, circular red wooden planks, and triangular red wooden planks." It was clear from the picture where they were going to use each one of them, right? If not, Louisa will
impatiently explain it.
And then aNOTHER girl was calling his name. Couldn't a man sit in a comfy armchair in peace? Milton craned his neck to see Louisa (who he had tried to avoid when she started talking about cats, but now it was inevitable) surrounded by a bunch of other Ravenclaws. Hiring slaves. Pff.
"Actually, this is my fan club. Care to join?" Milton winked. Because he was awesome.
Milton saw the beginnings of the production of the cat house and wrinkled his nose.
"I hate cats," he muttered. All of them.
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Cassirin "Milton Shacklebolt. Quidditch captain," Vivi nodded at the boy, indicating she had heard of him and was well aware of who he was and why she was supposed to care. Ravenclaw famous, right? "Is Jacks winning you over with her personality? I must be out of practice as to what exactly that looks like."
Oh, hmm? Head Girl was talking to her again? Genevieve turned her attention briefly to the girl and her plans. Juuuuust a minute, mmk? She had to resolve the chair conversation before any building could commence. "No, not slaves. We're willing devotees, clearly."
Or not. But it was funny, and maybe Shacklebolt would be amused.
Milton nodded back.
"Geneveive Branxton, right?" She was someone's daughter. Someone important, that is. Probably one of the strange ladies who was in the prefect compartment on the train.
Willing devotees. Milton smirked.
"I like you. You can stay." Bwahaha.