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Originally Posted by
grangerfan8 
"You should teach it something harder." Dora had her satchel slung over her shoulder and was cleaning off her glasses as she approached the study tables. She had spent nearly all day in her dorm cleaning it and listening to music, and not doing any homework (which was not like her at all) so she was finally coming out to get some done.
With her house prefect apparently.
Okay.
Placing her bag on the floor, she took up the seat across from Bee without waiting to be invited and pulled out her own gargoyle. "I'm going to teach mine to dance."
Oh Merlin. She had barely started and her eyelids were already threatening to close. Thankfully, a voice had blown her out of her drowsy reverie. One that belonged to Dora. Not even fighting a yawn, she lifted her head up and straightened on her seat as the younger 'Claw took a seat across her.
*sleepy!blinks*
"
Are you still that mad at me that you don't even bother say a greeting?" She asked in a low, calm voice. Not that she was acting like she was any better, but she was definitely trying to instill good manners on her chickadees. She deemed it part of her responsibility as a Prefect. Besides, she didn't want any of her Ravenclaws acting rude like those ones from other houses. Just no.
"
But I guess you're right. I should teach it something more....complex." But she was too exhausted to actually make her mind work. Instead, she mumbled out the first kind of movement that fizzed into her brain. "
....Gliiiiide." Or...slide from side to side. Whatever. She was sleepy. The gargoyle, however, heeded her command and slid from left to right, back and forth. It was amusing at first because the stoned toy moved without being stuck or something of the sort, it glided across the table as if it were on ice. But it made her dizzy eventually so she made it stop which it promptly followed.
She turned back to Dora after. "
What dance are you teaching your gargoyle?"