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He heard a familiar voice and turned around to see Jake. Cam smiled and waved at him when he came near the Slytherin table. Boy this was obviously going to be a very fun year for the two. There were dozens and dozens of people that were sorted and he couldn't keep track so he still didn't know what house Jake got into. He was extremely curious with the "asking who else was in the house".
"Nooo. I reaally don't know what house you got in," he admitted. Jake was staring at the staff table too. "Watcha lookin' at?"
She looked at another small boy, she rather liked being around all these short people. It made her feel tall and that has never happened to Paris.
"Hey," She said to him.
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Zoerawrr Seeing that... that person... bad insult... sitting at the table, Jake's jaw fell open. Then he was being screamed at.
Jumping backwards, ready to start flapping his hands and actually going rigid, Jake at first flinched when Paris touched his shoudler, but then he relaxed and moved in a bit.
Note to self; Paris equals baaaaaaaad temper.
"My guess is they're letting her out of prison to teach school kids how to assault infants..." It was the only explanation. Jake whispered the next line, to make certain that absolutely nobody else heard him. "I got some... bad smelling dungb- err... materials, that I didn't get to use on the train... we could put them to good use i her handbag- I mean class..."
Jake, you devil, you.Turning back to Cameron, Jake actually flailed.
Paris wanted explode. How could they let that horrible woman near children, near people.
"Oh Jake I think we can do better than a dungbomb." She sad darkly.