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Zoryn looked up, hearing an unexpected voice. Chloe Kettleburn was strange. On one hand, the girl hardly behaved obscenely so one would think she was perfectly normal upon first glance. Zoryn, however, knew this was not the case. The Ravenclaw was much more than that. She was just about the weirdest person at this whole school. No offense. Zoryn kind of liked it. Shaking her head in reply the Gryffindor spoke, “hardly.” The soup was HORRIBLE. “It’s almost as bitter as Fletcher.”
Her eyes brightened as Chloe offered up her pudding, but the mood quickly dampened as Rafferty made his way over just a few seconds later. It’s like he was desperate to make friends, but too awkward to know how. The man was always sticking around her like a trail of liquid glue. Zoryn rolled her eyes while he was still behind her and couldn’t see her face, but put on a grand show of greeting him with a smile. “Hi Professor,” yuck. “Even better idea, I’ll split my soup with you! We can go halfsies.” GRIN. She’d rather shove it down his obscenely tight pants. “Sharing would be good practice for me. Since I’m so spoiled and all… Don’t you think, Chloe?”
While Zoryn was busy being the most clever 17 year-old on the face of this planet, a few others had joined them. An audience! Wonderful. And Sylvie. Even more wonderful. ugh gross.
Zor was absolutely certain her dormmate would be very smug about the circumstances she had waltz into, but instead…. Sylvie did something surprising. She had stood up for Zoryn once more. This took the Beater by surprise, her facial expression faltered for just a moment as she just stared at Sylvie in shock before turning her head back to Rafferty. Zor would think about the implications of this moment later. Because currently, there were more annoying matters at hand.
Like this bland, tasteless, sorry excuse for a human being and exemplary substitute for plain, white bread: Rafferty Ainsworth.
YEAH, WHAT SHE SAID.
Ainsworth? More like PAINSworth. Boom.
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