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So many snowballs, he'd already forgotten that his house had lost the game and ignored the heck of it since he didn't feel like remembering getting hit by a Bludger and then going straight towards the ground. He'd seen the Slytherin support from the stands and he was quite a bit happy for it, but was there even anyone cheering for him? Well maybe a few people but ... bleh.
And even though that cute crush was crazy and fierce during the game, he quite liked it. Anna was superdiduper awesome.
"Huuuh?" From the snowball fights he heard someone screaming his name. It was as though tiny hearts just filled his eyes. Eeeeek. Anna Greingoth; the perfect woman. Well for him, she was and he didn't know why. It was like being possessed by Cupid and making him do these kinds of things. So he went up to the stands and then met Anna. Well from how fierce she was at Quidditch, he'd decided to nickname her.
"Wassuuppp Anna Conda!"
He didn't even realize that BunBun and Cale was right next to him.
"Cam! You heard me! Oh, thank Merlin," she said, grabbing the boy by the shoulders and positioning him directly in front of Professor Bunbury. "Cam.
Dear sweet Cam. Professor Bunbury seems to be in need of a quick...
reassurance, we'll say. Would you mind telling her exactly how you feel about someone referring to
me as 'saggy, wrinkly, and old'?" Anna stood back, smirk on face, and waited for Cam to
hopefully disagree with the statement.
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BanaBatGirl THAT GIRL was suuuuuuuch a meanie face! An to poor Cale-I-miss-my-sideburns-dearly nonetheless! Anastasia couldn't stand for this; clearly, Anna was the worst girlfriend in the history of like, Hogwarts.
"What. Ever." Bunbunz crossed her arms and glared at Greingoth with as must attitude as she could muster. "I don't neeeed older men either, you dumdum," she snapped her head around in a circle. "Cale is just right for me." Okay well he might've been on the old side, even for Bunbunz, but he was too cute to let go of that easily.
"And she's lying, Cale," Annie took the time to flutter her eyelashes at Newell. "I was there. Plymouth told me she was coming on to him, and and there was all this close contact of the PDA kind..."
She trailed off with an evil look back in Anna's direction. Bunbunz snorted with laughter as it took the Gryffindor a good few minutes to figure out that she was being attacked by snowballs. "Um, Maxxiepoo is throwing snowballys so why can't I? Huh? HU--OOMPH!"
The redhead stumbled backward, her arms windmilling for balance as she was hit not once, not twice, but THRICE by Anna's snowballs. "I beg your ppardon!" she spat, not liking the taste of snow on her tongue. It was nothing at all like that delicious lolly Jakey gave her. "You little WITCH!"
Without further ado, Bunbunz scooped up a giant mound of snow in her arms and just ran straight at Anna, smooshing it all in her face with great gusto. Forget about throwing things, this was much more direct.
Bunbury was so engrossed in giving Anna a faceful of snow that she didn't even notice the ping of another snowball hitting the back of her head. It was going to sting later though, that was certain.
Anna rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. This little argument was getting to be ridiculous. In all her years at Hogwarts, Anna had
never known of a professor to challenge a student over that particular student's
boyfriend. There was
clearly "something in the water" at Hogwarts. "Okay, well...look. Apparently, you're a little on the sadly mistaken side. You see, Cale has a girlfriend---
that'd be me---, and she doesn't really take too well to
anyone, student...professor...ghost, whatever, to challenging her when it comes to
him. If you don't believe me, ask him." Anna turned towards Cale and glared at him, daring him to act like a wimp when it came to replying to her next question. "Cale, I'm correct...right? Go on, tell her," she said.
However, before Cale could answer, the professor was continuing with yet another pack of lies. "This is ridiculous!" Anna shrieked. "Since when do the professors get involved in the student's relationships?!?! Plymouth Morgan has a
girlfriend, and I have a
boyfriend, Cale, that I'm very much
inlovewith. If it's going to be
this much of a big deal, I'll tell Plymouth that I can attempt surviving Herbology without any help!" In her anger, Anna threw her hands into the air and sat back down. This was
stupid. Absolutely
stupid. Nonetheless, the fact remained that her Herbology professor was out to get the one thing Anna refused to share, and Anna wasn't about to give in without a fight.
At the sound of the "Little Witch" comment, Anna gasped and opened her mouth to reply with something along the lines of, "
At least I'm not an old witch." However, she was met with a faceful---and a mouthful---of nasty, dirty, cold snow. "You jammed snow into my mouth, you...you...you...UGH!" Anna yelled, jumping up and spitting snow in nine different directions. Some went on Bunbury, but other pieces went on Jillian, Daphne, Cam, Tobi, and some Hufflepuff girl she had yet to meet. She made a mental note to later apologize.
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Miss Lissy Lou EEEE! Girl fight! That was the first thought in Cale's silly, eighteen year old brain. But he knew deep down that this had to stop nowwwww, especially as Bunbury and Anna got into a major snowball fight that ended with Bunbury smashed a bunch of snow right in Anna's face. Besides, Cale was totally convinced now that there was something very VERY wrong with Bunbury...like the fact that she was actually being serious about liking Cale. Why else would she practically be attacking a student if she wasn't being serious? AHHHHHHHH! What had he gotten himself into?!
"Anna! Stop! Professor, please, you stop too!" he asked both of them. Right now, he was angry at Anna, it was true--but he trusted her. If she said that she wasn't advancing on Plymouth, she had to be telling the truth. But then again, Bunbury must have had to have seen SOMETHING to be convinced that Anna was a horrible girlfriend and therefore making her handsome boyfriend avaliable and he needed to get to the bottom of it. Bunbury and her crazy identity crisis would have to wait till later.
And then, of course, just as he was about to step in between the two fighting women, that silly Slytherin kid who had been laughing at Cale's sideburn issues in the corridor that one day came up there to try and butt his nose into their business. Booooooooo. "We're leaving," he told him bluntly before turning back to Anna. That kid would have to wait too.
"Anna, come ON, let's go somewhere else and talk," he told her, gently grabbing onto her arm. He glanced at Bunbury, hoping that she wouldn't be tooooo angry with him--he had a Herbology grade at stake. "Professor, please excuse us, I've got to go talk to Anna here," he said sarcastically. He gave Anna a little squeeze with his arm, trying to tell her that even though he sounded agitated in front of the professor, he really wasn't THAT angry with her. It was clear to him now that there was a huge misunderstanding that needed to get cleared up before Anna killed Bunbury, or worse--Bunbury killed Anna and then fastened herself onto him. EEEE!
"She threw snow at me....and
in my mouth!" Anna yelled, looking at Cale with wide eyes. "Leaving? I'm not throught with...." Oh, it was no use. If they didn't stop now, serious consequences would end up happening. It was best to back down while she was still a little ahead. "Fine. We'll leave, but just so you know, I'm in one of my famous horrible moods, so I refuse to pretend to be a happy camper," she said. Smiling evilly, Anna latched ontoCale's hands, and jerked their intertwined hands into the air.
"I WIN!"
"See ya, Bunz!" Anna called out, turning around and yanking Cale away from the ever-growing crowd. The two of them had things to discuss...