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He felt no particular way about squibs and he'd been at the Ministry for more than a year now, thus orientations made little to no sense at all, to him. He supposed this was ultimately more about the mingling and networking than anything else, and neither option appealed to him in the slightest. But he thought there had been a little bit more than mere suggestion when Flamsteed mentioned the orientation and so here he was, piling his plate with food, his usual scowl already in place.
"Get a second plate, Zoe," He more or less ordered at his friend, not that he was likely to ever call her that to her face. Her head would explode, or worse--she might be inclined to hug him, if anything because she would know it would drive him bonkers. "I want more cauldron cakes."
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