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Mad Eye Touz 
"ERM. Yeah!" Plymouth loved helping hands! He picked up one of the feathers and tickled Rachel's nose with it. "HEHE! I'll do the feathers." Well, he'd do them after he got done tickling Rachel with them. "hehehe!"
"Oh. Right on, my man! You boil that water and I'll - you know - destroy the feathers. Ravenclaw community potion, right here! Vindictus would be proud."
Plymouth put one of the feathers in his hair to make him pretty and used the other one to continue tickling Rachel.
Rachel raised her eyebrows at his enthusiasm, but proceeded to reach for the ingredients and -
"HA! Hahahaha, hihihahahahahahaha!" she burst out laughing, attempting to swat away Plymouth's hand as if it were a bothersome fly, all the while still trying to stop laughing.
"Ply- HAHAHAH - PlyHAHAH," she laughed, and laughed and laughed and laughed, arms flailing as she tried to get her bearings and fling the cursed feather and its owner AWAY from her.
Turning her head from side to side, she scrunched up her face and found that in that position the feather didn't tickle as much.
"HA!" she said cried in satisfaction and grabbed the feather from his hand, feeling extremely proud of herself.
I must have looked ridiculous... "Could I do the feathers please? And you could juice the leeches, I'll bet that's loads of fun," she said with a slightly desperate smile, holding the feather tightly to herself, forgetting completely that if he wanted to obtain another feather he could just reach out and pluck one off the table.
I forgot how ticklish I can be, she thought to herself, cocking her head to the side as she reluctantly and silently thanked Morgan for that enlightening, albeit extremely annoying, act.