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"You keep asking me if I'm ill, but... are you sure you're not?" he asked softly, rubbing the back of his neck. When she asked him what he was, he began very seriously to wonder if she was ill, or maybe had an ear infection or something? "I'm a reserve for the Quidditch team..."
Eeep. Why would it be weird? It just... would be. Celandine Toussaint buying him things, as if he were (well he was at the moment) a homeless pauper... And she didn't want him to pay her back, either? That would be... well not polite. If someone lent you something, or paid for something for you, you were supposed to give it back or return the money at some point.
"I... I'd feel bad if I didn't pay you back," he mumbled, looking at his feet. The very feet Daphne Hopton had seemed to be talking to just a moment ago, for some reason or another. "It's just polite to pay people back when they do stuff like that, and right now, well..."
He looked at her and OH THAT WAS A BAD IDEA. She was wibbling and pouting and his stomach jerked very suddenly and violently. Facepalm. Mega facepalm. It was the only way to save himself; he needed to get over this and SOON. It was becoming an issue. He pretended to rub his eyes for the time being.
"They put us in with Gryffindor for the time being, I guess because they've not figured out why the dungeons are... well flooded." He hand stayed very firmly over his face until Cela started talking excitedly about her pets; surely she wouldn't still be pouting and wibbling. He peeked through his fingers and GOOD there was no wibbling going on anymore. Groan. It had been so much easier when he'd simply been allergic to her. "I kinda... not that Gryffindor's bad or anything, but I wish we had our own common room back, because... well with two houses in one, it's really crowded..."
"Ohhhh you are? I'll make up a cheer for you!" Celandine offered with a bright smile. She'd totally enjoyed cheering at the games the previous term and she'd managed to drum up a LOT of excitement in the process.
Even though she totally loved Slytherins, Celandine Toussaint had a LOT of house spirit.
"But I know whenever I need something you'd be there to help me and
that is payment enough." Celandine told him. "And some Gryffindors are pretty awesome, Daphne, Jillian, Becca and Anna are all cool." Cela grinned at Daphne.
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Ama "That's what friends are for," quipped Daphne with enthusiasm. "If you don't let Celandine buy you things I will and I won't accept any pay backs." Even if her allowance had been cut back drastically.
Just thinking about it made her sigh.
Daphne pouted right back at her. "Why doesn't anyone ever want to share with us?" Thinking about it further, she directed her frown at an empty wall. To be honest, there were plenty of times she wished she didn't have to room with the rest of the Gryffindors.
Point taken.
So much information to take in and none of it was pleasant, yet Daphne diligently listened as attentively as she could. As best friend it was her job to at least pretend to be interested in the things her friend loved; even if they were really icky things. "I'm afraid to ask what was the best part..."
Blast-ended skrewt? "Oh, no. We're going to the ground floor. There's this empty classroom we were thinking of claiming as ours."
"It totally is." Celandine squeezed Daphne's shoulders again. Friends were supposed to help their friends.
"Oh Daffy you knowwwwwww I'd want to share with YOU but it's just that Slytherins say such funny things, they think they are being all clever and stuff and it's just super funny to me."
It was all about the entertainment, clearly.
"Ummmmm the best part was the poem." Celandine answered and then quickly added, "Oh and my other pets of course, Owl.... not in owlery but you know, and my Pygmy puff , whoopsiedaisy? Sorta just floats around the common room. communal pygmy puff or something." Subject change.
And hair flip.
And pose.