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Ama 
Flagging down an assistant shopkeeper, Daphne snapped her fingers at the basket. "Box it. Wrap it. Bag it. Owl it, I don't care just know that I'm taking it all," mumbled the blond fishing for galleons in her pockets and slapping them on the young man's upturned palm before pushing him away. Turning to Celandine, she flicked her wayward ponytail over her shoulder.
"Hmm? What's wrong? I don't und--What did Crocker do noooow?" whined Daphne taking the cut out article from Cela's hands. Her hazel eyes sped quickly over the letters, artfully avoiding the candid photo taken. Stuttering, Daphne blushed in Celandine's behalf. "We can accuse him of libel!"
Of course, what he had written wasn't exactly untrue. "Or..." I'll skin him alive!
Celandine made a little face, arms still wrapped about herself. "How come he didn't say anything? I didn't write anything about
him for the yearbook." she added, "I would have said something if I had. And see?" Cela turned to look at Daphne full on, "He so has a problem with us being girls!" Celandine jabbed at the article and huffed slightly.
"And oh nooooo!" Cela added a wail, "What is going to happen when Nicholai sees
this?! And Maddox? Oh no, I have to warn Plymouth because otherwise he's probably going to be
murdered." Cela said, nodding in all seriousness.