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Ama 
Merlin, Circe, Trelawney of the Not-So-All-Seeing-Eye!
Why did these things keep happening to her? Mortified, Daphne attempted to shut her eyes as soon as she saw Garret's trousers slip but her eyes seemed glued to his scrawny pale legs, in particular his incredibly knobbly knees. A wail of grief escaped her even as she turned over her stomach, hands flying to her face.
HER EYES. THEY WERE FAR TOO YOUNG FOR THIS!
Scrambling on her knees, Daphne seized the nearest blanket and instead of covering Garret up, she hid underneath it. She didn't see anything. She didn't see anything. She. Didn't. See.
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Cassirin "Oh, Garret," Cope croaked in a horrified whisper... or he was choking to death. One of those things. "I'm so sorry. So... so sorry. Can't breathe. Are you going to murder me for that?"
Because it was working. The world was going dark... Oh wait. It was night time.
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Celandine Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
Cela finished up the last of her letter writing and headed down to join in the fun at the camp out, she brightened (even moar!) when she saw soooo many of her friends there.
She offered a cheerful wave at Pietro and came to a silent stop behind Garret and Cope.
"Ohhhh Garret! I kneeewwwww that we were friends for a reason!" Celandine took her shoes off and tossed them aside, then planted her freshly- socked foot in front of Garret's face.
You guessed it; Martin Miggs the Mad Muggle.
"I have those same underpants too, 'cept girl ones!"
She plopped herself down on the ground and tucked her socked feet under herself, oblivious to the weird.
"What did I miss?"
Whoa, whoa WHOA!
Garret sniffed, his nose tickled and he swatted at Cela's foot only to have her remove it in her normal hyper speed before he could. So he ended up swatting his own nose.
He rolled off Cope, who was making weird grunting noises and frankly... well... it was quite worrying. The Hufflepuff had, after all attended Cooper's Boys School, and had been exposed to the strange ways of one Lord (allegedly) Berty Borr. He was not entirely naive when it came to these matters!
He hoisted his trousers up over his hips and kneeled on the ground beside Cela, grinning over at the hiding Daphne before he poked Cope in the side, speaking to Cela as he waited for a response from the bigger boy, "I fink I killed Cope."