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Females. Guitar. Heir of Slytherin. Bathroom stall. Grey Hair.
There was an awful lot to process right now and the astronomer was probably only receiving and processing about 43% of that information. He did manage to give Miss Andrews a nod to at least acknowledge her greeting before she went over to talk to the nearest bathroom stall. And people thought that he was odd? He only spoke to pet rocks. And ties. And suits. And sometimes his mecha models. Never mind, the Ravenclaw could talk to....
Oh. There had been someone in there. A someone who he concluded had been the one to scream earlier and...
"E-Excuse me?" he stammered at the Slytherin who accused him of pretending. The next thing he knew the stall door was opening, a girl was coming out, another was screaming about having grey hair, and then......... OOF! The astronomer stumbled a bit as he was physically attacked from both sides. The bucket, which was still stuck to his foot by the way, banged against the cold floor while he tried to keep his balance. He felt like his skin was going to crawl right off his body and go hide in one of the bathroom stalls like the Gryffindor had been only moments earlier.
His. Personal. Bubble. Was. Beyond. Popped.
Not to mention his suit was getting all wrinkly because of the clinging.
His face distorted and his entire body tensed up while his hands formed tight fists at his side. He was also pretty sure that he had stopped breathing and, if this kept up, his face would turn purple in a few moments due to the lack of oxygen.
"Ladies," he manly!squeaked when he found some breath. "Kindly release me before I throw you both in detention for excessive amounts of inappropriate public displays of affection."
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