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Right before he could say anything, he turned around and heard a familiar voice. "CELAAAA!" Yay she was here. That was lyke, YAY.
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Sneakeh Cat Hearing a familiar voice, Reese turned around to see Cela walking to the table with pink striped socks. Haha. That was so cool. "Ceeeeeela," she said, waving at the girl.
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Miss Lissy Lou
Jack turned as a familiar face joined the table--it was that Cela girl, the one who had all those points last term and had invited Jack to her party over the summer, even though they had only met once. AND she loved candy...he remembered now. "Hiya Cela...nice socks," he said with a small smile. They were definitely...interesting, to say the least.
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Ameh
And then he promptly fell backwards off the bench in surprise. WHAT WAS SHE DOING STANDING ON THE BENCH IN THAT OUTFIT.
"C-Celandine Toussaint get down from there!" he yelped, face bright red. "Are you mad?!"
"Cam!" Celandine leaned over the table and got mashed potato all over herself in her efforts to hug the younger boy. "How are Mosi and Nakato?" She sat back and griiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnned at Reese and Jack. "Hi!" She beamed at them and looked at Raiden in astonishment as he made a strange noise and told her to get down. "Well... I'm... down..." She cocked her head at him and smiled sweetly. "Hi Raiden! I'm not mad, why would I be mad at you? What did you do?"
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Anna Banana A short time later, a paper napkin, folded quite carefully into the shape of an owl---or so Anna thought---flew through the air and landed gracefully on the table right in front of Celandine Toussaint. Okay, so that was a small stretch of truth. In all honestly, the paper owl chugged along at a sad speed, finally coming to rest in a bowl of punch two seats down from Celandine. Hopefully the "PLEASE GIVE TO CELANDINE" scrawled across the top would get the attention of the appropriate party, though. Inside, a short little note---scawled in pretty pink lipliner---is addressed to Cela.
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Dearest Celandine,
Might I be the first to tell you that those pink and white striped socks you're wearing are totally kickin'! Had I not thought they'd completely clash with my Gryffindor red, I'd get a pair just like them! Fashion-wise, you're so lucky to be a Claw! Blue and pink get along together quite nicely, yes? Well, more so than red and pink. Yeah...
Anyway, you and I need to get together soonish for a little chat. I'm thinking the Student Gardens? They do seem to be our unofficial meeting place, yes? We have things to discuss! Boys to drool over! Pink to wear! I do think Lyra would like to come along, too, so if you see her before I do, please tell her that she's more than welcome to join us.
Please do come say hello soon!
In Pink We Trust,
"Rizzo" Celandine watched as a lump of paper fell on the table. She pulled it closer and opened it, spending a few moments wondering who Rizzo was. OH. She looked up at the Gryffie table and waved brightly at Anna. She flipped the note over and scribbled a short reply.
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Anna,
Have you ever considered purple socks? That would look wicked cool with your Gryffindor colours I think.
See you in the student gardens and when we get there can you remind me who I'm supposed to drool over? And ZOMG We should wear pink.
xoxo Cela
Celandine charmed her reply- which she'd scribbled on the same piece of paper- to fold into a paper frog, which hopped over to the Gryffindor table and landed on Anna's head.
ZOMG. HOW cool was it that Anna and Lyra, two of the coolest (if not
the coolest) girls in the whole school were like... her friends and wanted to hang out with her and stuff? And Cela, being just a fourth year, well... it was pretty impressive really.
Celandine beamed and started coiling a strand of hair around her finger. It was a nice distraction. For sure. "Raiden! How was your summer?" Celandine asked her friend, absently charming the mashed potato off of herself and not bothering to make a pirate island out of it this term.