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Well, that was settled then. Clifford would never ever again call WIllow Kovac pretty - he was quite happy with that - and in return, she'd never ever tease him by saying... saying she'd been waiting for him since she was twelve. That was just.. well, frightening was uderstatement of the century. Eurgh!
He'd figured he'd just about got as much infomation as he was gonna get out of Willow when to his surprise, she went into full ramble mode. Girls always seemed to do that. They kept everything inside.. and then KABOOM! rant, ramble, rant, ramble. That was what was happening now apparently.
Folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the Ravenclaw cabinet once more, the Head Boy listened carefully, brow furrowing the more she went on. Wow. Denton had really said all that stuff to her? That he was crazy about her.. that he'd be there forever and always? That was hard to imagine. He couldn't picture Kovac or Denton in a gooey, cheesy situation like that. It was kind of disturbing. Ew.
"Whoa." Yep, Clifford Carden was officially lost for words. How was he meant to respond to that? Just.. whoa. "Yeah, now I can see why you're upset.. what a jerk!" Yes. Dominic Denton was a jerk. And Clifford, being the nice young man he was, did NOT like it when people were upset.. even if that person was the one and only infamous Bone Crusher.
And how did he make people feel better again? With Cliffie Squeezes. Cliffie Squeezes were the best medicine. They made people feel right as rain. So without thinking of the consequences of such drastic action, the seventh year stepped forward and roughly pulled Willow against his chest and into a TIIIIGHT squeeze. There, that would make everything ALL better.
... or worse.
Oh crap. Denton alert. Uhhhhm.
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