 connoisseur of comfort ❅ Crayola's Wibby Mrs Alex Turner ❅ Netflix and meow
Fiiiish? Now that was one food Clifford wasn't entirely keen on. Sure, he'd eat it if that's all there was obviously.. but bleh. "Fish smells all eurgh.. and fishy." He pulled a icky face and shook his head, making his hair even messier.
Orion seemed to copy him and ruffled his ickle, fluffy head too. Not because he agreed that fish smelt all fishy though, apparently Clifford's chip was a tad too big for him. EEP! Poor little guy. He settled quite happily with the bread stick Evangeline was offering him though, and Clifford beamed like a proud parent. "See! He knows aaall about balanced diets too!"
Tearing his gooey, lovey dovey gaze away from his owl, Clifford gave his head yet another shake at Evangeline's words. Tell Mrs Green that a balanced diet was made up of good food and bad food? She was a Healer! Of course she already knew that. Yup. "She might think I'm cheeky and not let me back ever again." He mumbled sheepishly with a small pout. He couldn't have that. That would just be awful..
Tickling Orion's fluffy chest, Clifford looked up and smiled when he spotted Camira. He wasn't going to lie.. he used to think the girl was a complete and utter psycho. Like seriously. She was frightening. He realised now though, that she was actually pretty decent.
She was offering to help them? Okay.. she was really decent.
"Herbology and Potions, huh? You can do mine if you like.." Wait. He was a Prefect now - he couldn't say that! "I - I mean.. I'm just kidding of course.." Erm. Right. "Uhm.. I mean, what Evangeline said." Smooth.
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