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Seymour instinctively looked up as a figure just a few feet away from him twirled, catching the corner of his eye. His grin turning into more of a sheepish smile, he instantly recognized who it was-- she was turning up everywhere! Partially forgetting the Diagon Alley incident, and summoning up every ounce of courage in him, he took a breath and spoke up as she passed. Eeeps. "G-good day, Celandine," he called, tripping over his own words. Merlin, what had he been thinking? This was an accident just waiting to happen!
There was no going back now. He'd have to take a hit... he could always restore health points later on, right? Right? Could health potions heal mental scars? He rather doubted it.
Righting herself, Celandine straightened up to her full height, proud of her extra two inches even if Garret had
almost made her feel like it was insignificant. She smiled brightly at Seymour, "It
is a g-good day." she agreed happily. She skated over to him and took his arm, "Lets find somewhere to sit." Cela skated along, dragging Seymour as best she could until she spotted an almost empty compartment. It didn't occur to her to ask if they could enter; there wasn't any other place to go, and so she let go of Seymour and threw herself into a seat, tucking her legs up underneath her. "You have some explaining to do." Cela spoke seriously, "Why isn't Will coming back to me and
where is he?" she pouted for a moment before cheering herself up with with thoughts of her newest pet.