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Seth couldn’t believe this girl. She acted as if she was the sandcastle expert of the whole friggin’ world. Instead of simply letting him use a min-shovel to build the castle so he wouldn’t get too dirty, she was going to make him suffer and probably build the majority of it with his bare hands. Merlin, this was ten times worse than repotting those nasty and ugly pink puffapods (no offence, Professor Bunbury) in Herbology. In fact, Mr. Perfect Hair Paton would rather be repotting some puffapods right now than be helping Cassadee built this massive sandcastle. Oh, the things he managed to get himself into by complete accident.
“Fine!” he snapped back at her, folding his arms at the same time. If this was how she wanted to play, he was certainly going to fight back. He was a seventh year and he was not going to be bossed around by a mere first year who could chomp off the rest off his fingers. And then there was that mouse of hers. Oookay, maybe he would just let her have her way — just this one time, though. “But we’re going to make a hippogriff for that moat of ours. And I’m going to be the one to make it, got it?”
As she continued on, Seth couldn’t help but let a normal smile show on his face. Okay, so what if he was a sandcastle squisher? It wasn’t his fault that Masterson had made the blasted sandbox! It wasn’t his fault that he wasn’t expecting there to be a sandbox roughly about thirty steps away from the lake! I mean, who would expect such a thing at Hogwarts? And there was no way he was going to let Cassadee get her way twenty-four seven because he had accidentally squished her sandcastle with a SCRUNCH earlier!
“And the name is Seth,” he said, strongly emphasizing the ‘th’ at the end of his name. Honestly, how hard was it for an eleven year old to pronounce his name right? A two year old could do better than that…
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