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SlytherinSistah 
Explain what he meant...yes. But not here. Not now. In front of everyone. He had secrets, Romanos. Secrets. "
Yes, Professor, but can I come and see you in your office lateh?" Or even her sculpture garden. He liked that place.
When she asked the class at large if they had any questions so far regarding the Cold Ones, his eyes remained transfixed upon the blue and icicled arm. He wanted to ask her more about the resurrection stone and it's part in all of this, but decided on something more simple. "
Can a Cold One, like a zombie, infect you? Blagh!" He shut his eyes and turned his head sharply as Beverly Wayne shook her head and the tips of her long, dark hair whipped him in the face.
Two. This made two times she'd accidentally attacked Cutty Mordaunt. Except this time it was just hair on the face. Beverly blinked at him as if asking what she had done, yet looking as if she'd fully intended it, which she really hadn't. It was all a game. What the game was, she didn't know, but she was playing.
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Cherry blossoms," was all she whispered, low enough for the two to hear. Did he get a whiff of it? If yes, then she had just told him her scent. If not, then he now
knew her scent.