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TwistedHearts 
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Well here was an interesting little girl. He was taken aback at the sudden handshake. "You're welcome," he nodded still smiling and shook her hand, "Zeke. Aaaand, nah. It's not a big deal."
Taking out a handkerchief from his pocket, the Gryffindor began to wipe his hands. As he was busy doing his, the seventeen year old suddenly remembered that a fellow Gryffindor was in even more need. OHYEAH. He noticed only now that the girl he just helped was a Gryffindor. Amara, right? Mmhmmm. Glad to meet another lion.
"Wait, you're a first year right?" He looked down and eyed her a bit. "Oh! And, uhm, here you go." Handkerchief's all hers. Not that it would probably help much. She needed to wash up. But y'know, like in deadly situations, first aid always helps. At least something like that.
The boy looked surprised. Now why was he surprised? Was there something on her face? Amara brushed her hands to her face.
NO! OW, DANG! Now she'd smeared a bit on her face too. Now she would look funny, wouldn't she? The boy was called Zeke. OH. What?
Well, the older guy just introduced himself and handed her a kerchief. KERCHIEF! Rest of his words were unheard as she grabbed it
slowly from him. "
Yeah...this is my first time in Hogwarts" she said, as she rubbed her hands. Just a few rubs, and the kerchief didn't look anything like a kerchief. Messy, messy browny thing. "
Uhhh....I'm sorry" she said, lifting the kerchief a bit. "
You can...." she paused, "
Hey... do you know any cleaning spells?" she asked, excited in a jiffy. "
I could really use some, you know.." she said sighing and glancing down at her messy robes.
And face. SHUT UP.