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Kale was def very late to the feast. He didn't mean to be such a lil stinker, but, like he was in the process of washing out all that brown hair dye from Peter Pan when he belatedly remembered he had a feast to attend. Oh yeaaaaaah baby. The blonde was baCK. And it was long and luscious and bloooooonde.
But so sure, fine, Kale Trent was late.
Not that he thought anyone expected anything else from the soon-to-be seventh year Gryffindor. Kale Trent was all Kale Trent all the time. Which meant he was sorta bound to pop up where he was supposed to be in perhaps not the ways he was supposed to be there. The point was at least he always showed up. Ur welcome.
As his Dad rambled on about people not coming back or whatever, the seventeen year old fell into the seat next to lil James and threw his arm around both the Pheebster and Kinsay. "Sup," he beamed. "What'd I miss?" His girlfriend got a wink from across the table. Heya, pretty lady.
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