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Mad Eye Touz 
No connecting between the seats? Right? That's what he had said. So, as long as his chair wasn't touching Cela's... Plymouth made sure it wasn't and kept Cela's hand, letting it dangle in his grasp in the space between their chairs. She'd squeezed it and all, so clearly she wanted to keep holding it. And Plymouth was all about doing what she wanted.
"Nice Pup, Professor Bridgeman. Like a little bean. I got a clabbert I'll trade you for it."
Celandine shifted slightly in her chair, feeling like their joined hands were the most OBVIOUS thing in the room. Technically, Truebridge didn't want them to hold hands right? Well if Plymouth wasn't letting go, Cela certainly wasn't. It was kind of comforting. Were they going to get in trouble? Cela's mind was ticking like crazy while Plym was... making small talk? Alright then. She shot him a little smile before shifting again and pouting at the thought of the trouble she might get in.
Her lip was quivering and everything.