 ½ EagleBrain ♥ Creeperdoodle ♥ Raven Dor ♥ Berry ♥ ½ Team House Elf
He needn't have turned to see who was coming, but he did anyway. Was Maggie for real? He just stared as she stopped beside him, a bag, was that necessary? It was detention, not a shopping trip... and furthermore, she was complaining about gross things already? Gross. Gross. Gross?
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He didn't much care for gross right now, and his response was communicated with a grunt.
Feeling as if he were saved by the bell, Flamsteed was asking them for their wands. Their wands? ... No. No. He wasn't supposed to hand over his wand to ANYONE, that was Survival 101. He'd stopped falling for that trick soon after his wand was purchased!
The Gryffindor paused, eyes narrowing slightly as he weighed up the pro's and con's of defying Flamsteed. Ultimately, he didn't think he'd be able to go the mile in a duel against his Head of House - not that he'd want to either, and as far as survival was concerned, he was sure it probably didn't apply to detentions. So... that was it then? No plausible reason for denying the handover of his wand.
Full of regret, he surrendered his Larch. And... what was with the mans hands? They were, wet? "Will they be clean when you return them?" he asked regarding his wand. It was a legit question, he was all out of wand polish you see.
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