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Originally Posted by
Mad Eye Touz 
Plymouth took the last step two steps left foot, right foot, without the hops. He couldn't hop with his hands in his pockets, not really.
What was he supposed to say that? Plymouth missed Cela, but it just... wasn't the same. She knew it wasn't the same.
"Cel... I.. its..." He looked down at her shoes, too. They were cute.
Of course they were.
Cela shrunk into herself and dropped to sit on the top step, bouncing her feet for the
hop hop hop.
"Do you still hate me terribly?"