 Wowza!
. . . The only thing Willow could was blink.
Blink. Blink. Blink.
Half of her brain was praying to the Gods in the sky to stop hating her for one second and not let Trubridge take points from Ravenclaw. The other, however, was commanding herself to NOT start laughing. But, it was too amusing, so in order to disguise the snort that was very close to escape from her, the girl coughed a few times.
And then she cleared her throat. "That Plymouth Morgan obviously cares for Celandine. And viceversa," said the girl, trying to sound --and to look, too-- as serious as Professor Trubridge; naturally, she could not quite manage it, which is why the corners of her rosy lips were attempting to pull up as she spoke. "Also, the dude sitting next to her is rather big. . ." First was Yeah back in Hospital Wing, and now it was Dude.
What is next, Willow Kovac? Flirting and giggling?
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