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There, Ellie seemed all normal again when he'd taken that step away. He must've smelled funny or something. Right, she'd taken a big whiff of his stinkiness and dropped her scarf in shock. That had to be it.
... did he really smell? Forgetting he had company for a moment, Clifford raised one arm and took a huge sniff of his armpit. Hmmm. He smelled normal. Like Clifford and essence of MAN. Eh.
"You could lie to me," he shrugged, lowering his arm. "So that you don't hurt my feelings," he stated with a nod leaning against the stone wall.
And then he got what had to be the most late congratulations this term. "Oh right.. yeah, thanks." He grinned crookedly, unconsciously straightening the badge pinned to his chest. "You don't uhm - have to call me that though.. just Clifford is still alright." Clifford Carden Slytherin Prefect was a bit long, no?
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