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Kale Trent didn't so much feel the eyes on him from the few distracted faces of his buds and younger students as he just knew they were. Cuz he shared Gryffindor house with some tip-top humans. They cared. Big tiME. Wibble. Truly, he was a lil Prince among Gods. The best people, these lions, he thought, in his extremely unbiased opinion.
He didn't really make a move to sit near any of his friends though UNTIL his Dad started to talk. And then, Kale felt properly sick. Even worse when his Dad said that word. The sixth year peaked down the table at Cambridge to see if she had any reaction? No. Cool. Maybe she'd kicked that filthy habit this past summer. He sure hoped so.
With a wiggle and some navigating at the tale-end of his Dad's speech, no, he was not being rude, Headmaster, he just needed some support, Kale slumped beside a Cece, stealing her hand under the table. He offered a small, forced smile at a Pheebs. And began to pick pick pick at his food.
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