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"Thanks!" was Archer's reply to Bel's compliment on her dress. And no, Headmaster, she absolutely would not be changing her clothes nor doing laps. And if he got the idea that he could keep her at the school over the summer for doing neither, well, her mother would come get her, and then raise all kinds of hell over it. Not that she was typically that kind of person (also, she knew her daughter could be a handful sometimes), but really. So basically, this was Archer's way of drawing in the sand a line.
"I try," she smiled back at Derf. She returned Daisy's small smile before turning back to Derf just in time to see him pull out his prefecting book and set it ablaze. "Welcome to the dark side," she commented with a grin. She hadn't exactly (read: not at all) stood for the dictator's speech, plus most of it had gone in one ear and out the other. Though, she had caught the word 'progress'. "Sure, if progress means slowly turning into a soulless dictatorship, there's been progress made."
And then the light comradery was broken. Honestly, she had no problem if Phoenix wanted to throw his mashed potatoes at the staff table as long as they hit one of the minions and not, say, Professor Marchand. Sure, it may be immature and it definitely wouldn't further the anti-Scrimgeour cause any, but..... "Think how amusing it would be to see the Headmaster covered in 'taters!" The thought had her chuckling again. Besides, he deserved something for all the crap he'd put them through this term.
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