 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
The blond couldn't help but chuckle at the reaction his sister had to him ruffling up her hair. He loved how it was always the same whenever he did it. Never mind the simple fact that HE didn't like anyone messing up HIS hair. But that was different. He had an image to uphold. "Why? Is there a boy you fancy that you're keeping it nice for?" He smirked.
More and more chicken went into his mouth, followed by some beans and potatoes. "You'd love my table," he stated, eyeing the jello sitting there in front of him. He reached for it and plopped some on his plate. "Tons of action always goes on there when everyone is there. Your table, well, there isn't much action going on--"
SPLAT!
The Head Boy's eyes widened as a glob of green slime landed on his plate ... and he shouted when the goo landed on the top of his head. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL? WHO DECIDED IT'D BE FUN TO RUIN MY MEAL AND HAIR? NOT COOL!" Whoever it was had better be ready for a good scolding. One does not simply waste good food and mess with his hair and get away with it.
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