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Mad Eye Touz 
"Ugh... Cela. You.. you know," Plymouth gave her the look, "that I didn't, don't, and never will, hate you. You know that."
Plymouth hated the situation. He hated that he still liked her so much that it hurt. He hated that they couldn't hang out anymore or play or airnuzzle.
But, he most certainly did not hate Cela.
With obvious second-guessing, Plymouth eased down onto the stair below Cela, then slid across so she didn't have to touch her leg to him or touch him at all.
Celandine was wibbling like crazy, especially when he moved away from her. She sort of clung to the bannister for moral support.
She could always trust the staircases, even when they moved they stayed the same.
"I don't know that. I don't." It was much like her family. Her parents ignoring her for days at a time. Not hating someone was like... indifference, which was sometimes worse.
And Plym hadn't spoken to her in too long to count.
... just like after her birthday.