Text Cut: Wee Dante
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Meizzner 
Well now that this thing was just a bunch of words that had no meaning to Dante. He could make a paper football later and have fun with that later. Yeah, he would do that. He was wondering why the Girl Prefect was nodding at him. Did she have something to do with this paper. Prefects were a little weird. The nice kind of weird though.
Oh, it was the dude from the train. "Yeah, and are they really as serious as this makes it seem?" Dante asked holding out the parchment thing. Because Dante could care less. And yes, that was his awesome last name.
"Yeah, that is my brother's name"
Did everyone know him?
"
They're a good tool. If one is after some notoriety of the positive sort." Cutty was not. It didn't stop him from being a top points earner. He simply had other reasons. This year, though he was considering talking it over with the Headmistress to see if he could donate all of his pints to another house entirely.
Just to anger Sophie Newell.
Or anyone, really.
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Yer Nigel's brother. Want to see something?" The older boy with the ferocious case of bedhead asked, thinking it a good time to show off his artistic skills.
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Cassirin Welcome to Slytherin. Here's something boring to read. Dot accepted the piece of paper with a completely placid expression, which continued on as she studied the paper. Briefly. Got it. Be good, work hard, win win win. She was on board with this plan.
"Houses can't be proud. They're inanimate." Not to mention that her mum had told her she didn't have to do things to please other people, just herself. She was a strong, independent woman. Rawr.
Where was her kitten?
Dot settled back into her chair, working the piece of paper from the badged girl into a little ball for Nimbus to play with. It was about the only way to get him to come back and be her friend when there were so many interesting things to sniff in the room. And it worked, too, as the kneazle kitten returned to Dot's side in order to pounce the ball of paper.
"I'm Dot. We should keep a log of what we see, 'cause maybe they only come by at certain times. I wonder what else lives in this lake." Maybe a shark that liked to fight the squid for buried treasure. Maybe a sunken pirate ship with ghosts. Maybe a manatee. Probably not a manatee, but MAYBE.
It was the boy again. The interrupting one. Dot rolled over in her bean bag chair so she could watch him across the common room. He had a sort of sulky face, not unpleasantly so but definitely not one that looked like it was meant for grinning. Dima and Kyroh had grinning faces. This boy... at least he was interestin'.
Dot sunk down deep into the chair so that all one could see was the glint of blue eyes and a ginger plait, and she regarded him with that same sort of air she'd had at the table during the feast. A little 'go away go away', and a little 'stay stay stay so we can watch you'.
It was very confusing being a Dot.
If he were looking, not busy trying to tempt vice and misdeeds via example, Cutty would've felt the little blue burs boring through his practically colourless skin. He was oblivious at the moment, a lopsided as anything smile readying itself at the corners of his mouth as he was about to show the little Slytherin boy the Dead Kneazle beneath the coffee table.
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Hey Ju Agatha had no time for this, so she didn't read the parchment at all and tossed it on the floor. Don't care.
She shifted on the seat to fix the ice pack when Cutty asked her why she was limping. "Pulled a muscle. This sometimes happens to ballerinas." And you know, she was a ballerina. An excellent one. "It's normal and I'll be beter in no time." Nevermind it had been a few weeks since she had pulled it and it still hurt like urgh. But people didn't need to know that.
The boy then started speaking to that first year she saw attacking Ethan (Dante). He was a promising one, she could tell. Agatha could swear she saw a sparkle in his eyes as he looked at Ethan's leaflets and she just KNEW he wanted to destroy them all. Morgana, such a good kid. Just like that over there who was making a little ball out of the parchment (Dot). Mwahahaha. The redhead got a smirk and an encouraging nod from Agatha. Go on, little ones. Destroy all of Ethan's parchments. She'd help.
Sort of. Beverly seemed to be on it and was handing the parchments out. Since the girl was her friend, Agatha didn't react badly to it and just looked at her when she sat next to Cutty. "Healer Murdoch? What happened to Healer Tillstorm?" The woman was still in the school because Agatha had seen her being SO rude speaking to professor Bellaire at the feast.
But hold on a second, did that little boy just say he was NIGEL's brother?? Nigel as in... NIGEL?? No.... no, it couldn't be. She tried her hardest to remember his last name. She'd seen it written in an Arithmancy parchment................
..........
...Barrington.
The fourth year deadpanned and just stared at the little boy. A very long stare. It couldn't be... "Was he a Ravenclaw?" She butted in. She HAD to make sure.
And scowls at you, C. Mordaunt, for making such ridiculous comment on the leaflet. But Agatha wouldn't SAY anything for now because otherwise she'd be the 'troublemaker', like that silly superlative said. She was no troublemaker. She would never end up in Azkaban. How dare they think that of her. The girl sent scowls at E. Mordaunt too because it was all his fault.
This girl. She never disappointed Cutty. He was starting to feel that he could set a clock to her temperament and it would always be chaos 'o clock. Merlin bless her so!
The second Mordaunt to attend the school shifted in his seat to turn to Happygoody. He would keep his mouth shut on the healing time being possibly shorter than Agata could've imagined as her Head of House was also the school's healer. Cutty figured Agatha was faking her infirmity just as she was faking her ineptness at magic. He was not about to blow her cover. "
Let me know when yer classes are, Hapgood. I'll carry yer books fer yer."