 Wowza!
Soon enough, Willow's absent expression started to slowly get invaded my boredom, and the only thing the fifth year could think of was that she was hungry, and that she wanted to feast to end quickly so she could be on her way home.
Upon hearing her name being uttered, Willow's head whirled around and found herself looking as Rachel questioned Constantino's behaviour. "I have no idea. Maybe he, er, dropped something?" Willow raised an eyebrow at the boy.
Really, what was he doing? Something told Willow that if a professor like Kazimeriz saw him, he would most likely take points and accuse the boy of not knowing how to behave. Granted, they'd already pretty much won the house cup, but losing points was never a good thing. "Tino, what are you doing?" The floor was just so . . . unclean.
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