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It wasn't about being lazy (or conserving energy as Davie thought of it), it was about pure logic and the shortest distance between himself and his sandwich being a straight line to a nearby bit of pavement, not a loopy-loop, cross-the-street escapade.
Gryffindors, smh.
Oh no, no no nooooooo. They were NOT talking about this. David pretended his mouth was too full to contribute to this discussion of his dating life, which was a topic that was absolutely always one-hundred per-cent of the time off-limits. He shook his head and gestured to his mouth, doing some exaggerated chewing (mouth closed of course) to further illustrate his point.
Only, what did Genny mean, do anything for you? He squinted in her direction, only this was a how dare you! squint and not a general your-outline-is-fuzzy-to-my-eyes squint. "What ever do you mean," he pretended to not understand, then second-guessed himself. Because what if she DID know something about this stupid contest she had signed him up for?
"Are you referring to the woman who stole my glasses?" Yes, he might as well mention that himself, in case the missing glasse would distract them from discussing the beauties of the contest. It was a weak effort by him. Weak, like his vision. Davie sighed and chewed thoughtfully on some more sandwich.
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