 PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
If anyone asked, you know, for next time, Jacob Rider-Mae really doesn't like to be shoved. Or touched unexpectedly, while he's on the topic. Any thoughts about crushes and/or gifts were long gone from his head and honestly even though he'd immediately fallen to the floor of the Great Hall post shove, he was grateful. At least they were with the other students here. Better to be here than out there.
With a quick nod to the Hufflepuff boy, Coby got to his feet and shuffled to the Ravenclaw table with his head down. He needed a moment. Or twelve.
__________________ yeah I like tеlling stories________________________
but I don't have to write them in ink_____
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