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”Er, yes,” he responded to Gabriela with a sheepish sort of expression. ”My most sincere apologies about your… er… blouse,” which he was not looking at because it was wet and that would be… weird. And yes, his toe was very sore, yes. ”Happens all the time,” he laughed awkwardly in reply to Carwyn. It really did though. Finneas was no very great on his feet. He did turn up right though because there was a feast taking place and he wasn’t one to ouch his feet before eating. That would be in poor manners.
”Oh!” His surprise at the congratulations was quite apparent. ”They’re very well-behaved, er, yes.” He was fortunate for that, really. Schmoe would discipline if need be, but he really rather not raise his voice. He was the gentle, mousy type. AnYwAy. He was very pleased that he one prefect hadn’t soured Malachi to the house in its entirety.
Finneas’ tum let out a loud gurgle, reminding him that food would be on its way shortly. Once everyone else arrived, that is. And it did look like the dais was starting to fill up as well. He waved over at Ignatius (oblivious to that eyeroll of his) who was just now joining them. Simran’s arrival was met with just as much glee, though he was very disappointed she would not be returning next term. Surely they would still see each other though. Finneas planned on keeping in touch.
He smiled at the others as well. But saved the biggest smile for the arrival of food which promptly followed the speech. CHEERS, everyone!
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