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sarahlooo Pet him? PET the CAT? Milton made a face. He did not like cats. But he was also afraid of the wrath of crazy!ginger. Milton outstretched his arm and awkwardly patted that fat cat on the head. Ew. Now he would have to go dump his hand in a bucket of bleach.
"I'll stay out of your chair." NOT. NOT EVER. That was a lie. He LIKED that chair, thank you very much. But he just wanted to be freeeeee.
Presley walked into the common room, exhausted from her day, and still a little bit jealous of Elliot. She was still searching though. She wouldn't give up. As she thought that her eyes fell upon Milton Shaklebolt. Ravenclaw Quidditch captian. That would show Elliot up for sure. If Presley could manage it. If not..well there were other wizards at Hogwarts, right? Presley skipped up to him with a grin on her face. Only to see him arguing with another girl. Oh well. That could only help her case. To be sweet and happy.
"Hello," she said casually as she sat down in a comfy chair. Because if he caught on too early, the game would be over and Presley would have lost.