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Gramophone. Right. Plymouth eased out of his chair like it might buck and toss him in the air and crept over to the gramophone. Maybe he DID want to see Cela and him dance after all? Plymouth turned to look his shoulder at Cela, giving her a very sly sort of wink. He just hoped the Professor had some better tunes this time.
"Actually, in Defense Against the Dark Arts, with that crazy cooky... Erm.. I mean... Professor Kaziuh.. person.. I did get hit with one. It was crazy. I don't think I'm still suffering from the effects of that though. Surely not. Unless it's like the earhair that just keeps getting worse...." Wicked old Kazimeanughiz.
Plymouth was no gramophone expert, but after a few nob twitching and some trial and error, he figured it out. "Woo boy. Listen to that..." |