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Originally Posted by
Charely Potter 
Curtis was bored. Not surprising to hear since he arrived back at Hogwarts. The 15 year old needing something to do during his free time. Usually he went over to see his dad for surprise visits, but he changed his mind. Suddenly, he was in the mood for treasure hunting with the Puffskeins. They were like some Hufflepuffs, bouncy, friendly, and good at finding things on their own. But less annoying to Curtis.
Anyways, he was strolling along when his eyes found themselves magnetized to some girl sunbathing in the grass with a plate of carrots. Odd... must be a tree hugger. Curtis walked over, oh no wait, it was that new Slytherin girl in his year. Abby Sing? Something like that. He should at least say hello to her and welcome her to the school.
"Sup," Curtis said before sitting next to her and taking one of the carrots to munch on. "Thanks, I was a little hungry anyway." Or.... not. So much for being polite.
Aboli didn't noticed the looming presence until it was too late, and he was EATING HER CARROTS. Not that she minded. She didn't! But he didn't even ask permission. She clicked her tongue impatiently and YANKED the plate away, even from the poor snail who had been munching too.
"Excuuuuuuuuse you," she raised a VERY pronounced eyebrow at him.
"You could ask nicely and then - and only then - will we share with you. And by we--I mean Devon and myself!" She picked up the little garden snail and placed him on her finger. He was the size of the whole top digit of her thumb.
"These carrots are for him and his friends. See? Another one is coming along. It's probably Drisilla," she said as she spotted another little snail, slightly smaller than Devon, gliding this way.
"So ask nicely. Say please. And we can commence the group carrot eating." She said as she eyed him. Where was his manners, honestly? Poor Devon was sliding around in a (slow) circle now, all confused. Whereeee had his carrot pieces gone? Drisilla (at least, again, she was guessing it was her) had come to a stop next to Devon.
"I had five of you. Where are the rest of you lot?" she asked them, as if one of them would answer.
If he was so hungry, why didn't go find his own snacks? She recognized him as one of the boys in her year in her own house! And she didn't even remember his NAME.