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Uh oh. Liesel could see the tempers rising in both of her friends. This could be explosive. "Maybe it's a misunderstanding, guys...hey, maybe he's a Gryffindor or something?" She said, trying to lighten the mood.
"I'll hold you to that, Anna," Liesel replied smiling. When asked about Paul Kutcher, a forkful of mashed potatoes in her mouth, she gave a sheepish smile and shook her head. After a giant swallow, she replied, "Should I?"
"Thanks for trying to help Liesel, but there's really no dispute here. Cale's just
wrong, and he's too afraid to
ADMIT IT!" she exclaimed, turning to glare at Cale on those last two words.
Anna smiled politely and turned back towards Liesel. "Erm, I guess you wouldn't know him," she replied. "I mean, it's not like your
FATHER was good friends with him like mine was."
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Lissy Longbottom "No. Did you hear me call him a liar?" he asked, glaring at HER now. "I'm just saying that sometimes you don't know everything. My dad was really good friends with him in school and I can remember the name being brought up a few times when I was little. He was in Slytherin with my dad, and that's why he was so close with him. And if my mum was in the same house as him, and she KNEW how close my dad was with him, why would she keep stuff like his house hidden? He was a Slytherin, end of story," he snapped, crossing his arms and turning away from her as well.
"Don't drag her into this," he added, turning around to glare at Anna as she tried to drag poor Liesel into their argument. "It's not her fault that you're wrong for a change."
"I didn't have to
hear you call him a liar, Cale. You practically are anyway," Anna explained. "Ugh, I need my father here. That's just all there is to it." Anna picked up her fork and stabbed it into a potato as hard as she could. So hard, in fact, that she felt the fork jab right through the potato and meet the table head-on. She then stuck the fork in her mouth and chewed on the potato, thinking of her next move.
"No, I don't always know everything, but this time, I do. I'm tired of you contradicting everything I say, Cale. I'm right, you're wrong. We'll just chalk it up to one of your....ohh,
clumsy moments. Paul Kutcher is a HUF-FLE-PUFF, Cale. END.OF.STORY," she said, sarcastically waving the fork in front of face.
"Don't tell me who I can and can't drag into this, either," Anna argued. "Liesel could have very well know the truth and let us both know who's right and who's wrong. Which so clearly is
yours truly, Anna Greingoth."
Yikes. She wasn't intending to be so snappy and sarcastic. She couldn't help it, though. She was in a bad mood thanks to certain other events that had happened earlier. Anna rested the side of her head on the palm or her hand and looked off into the other direction. She picked up her fork and shuffled around some of the food, looking for any distraction she could find. It
hurt to argue with Cale, and she didn't want to do it anymore...even if it was all
his fault to begin with.