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She was curtseying.
She. Was. Curtseying.
Jeez, she really did belong in Hufflepuff, didn't she? Especially with what she went on to say. "But why?! I mean, that's nice that you do but don't you ever get angry? Feel the need to be mean?" Please explain this to him because Grayson did NOT understand. It made you vulnerable and more likely to be hurt. Plus, people were dumb. And she was talking about the ageing thing, wasn't she? "Heh. Lucky you," he said, smirking a little, "I'm glad none of that is going around now." Because adjusting to a new school was hard enough, thank you very much.
He did not understand the eyebrow raise sooooo he was going to say nothing about it. Nothing. Nada. "Again. Lucky." But then again, she was nice, as she had said before. "Smart. I always thought some would be mean for the sake of it. Say if they're having an off day and someone--" He broke off to look around him. Were there kids around? He didn't know. Maybe he'd go with the safer, non-swearing route then. "And someone makes them angry," he continued, as if nothing had happened, "They're likely to take it out on you."
What?
No. Seriously. WHAT?!
"No music at common room parties?!" He stared at her incredulously. She was pulling his leg. She had to be! HELLO?! "How can you have a party without music? I don't get it." Please explain this little thing to him too. "There's food at least, right? Because the house elves make some great food."
Show him how to use one? "Sure! I can do that," He even smiled at her. See? NICE. "And you can show me how to use this old thing right here." His blue eyes had shifted to the computer, which had FINALLY turned on. Old. This. Was. OLD.
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