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Crayola 
Sebastian did not care that Woodson didn't appear to be keen to use that hand-sanitizer. He didn't put it back on his pocket, he simply let it be on his hand as he rested it on his thigh. He would've bet his small fortune on own they would need that sanitizer soon.
He wished he could've been wrong, really. He did .. but then he felt a finger - a STRANGE finger - on his cheek and, eyes widening, Sebastian turned away from his brother to look at the girl. AAAH! What was it with this girl! She was touching him! Touching him!
... and he was simply there, widening eyes observing her? Heck, no!
With a huff of annoyance, Sebastian pulled his face away of the girl's touch, not bothering to hide the look of distate on his face. Aaah! And why did she keep on calling him Seb? His name was Sebastian, he had made it quite clear, had he not?
Opening the vial of hand sanitizer, Sebastian titled it and dropped a few of the liquid onto his hand, before applying it to the cheek that had been - yuck - touched. This was why he avoided girls at all costs. Were there no boys in this train?!
"For someone who brags about being so smart, you seem to have failed to assimilate the simple concept of personal space, Miss Touissant." Honestly, bragging was bad. Not smooth. At all. Even Sebastian knew it was rude. "Not to mention the fact I do not wish to be adressed to by nicknames."
After he rather dryly told her that, he turned to his twin, closing the lid of the sanitizer. Woodson better not be all offended at him for setting that girl straight!
Celandine watched curiously as Seb put
hand sanitiser on his
face.
Fascinating. He was like a weird combination of her brother Nico and Dom-in-ick Denton.
"Oh that wasn't bragging." Cela answered cheerfully. "It's all true. Fact even. You know what I suck at? Quidditch!" Celandine laughed a little, even though the memory of her smooshed and bruised face was painful, she had enjoyed the entire experience.
"Only the one nickname, Seb. And it's totally on account of your name being long like mine. Sea-Bass-Tea-On. It's like... fish for dinner."
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Waterloo Apparently Willow Kovac and her friend Evolette McKenna were completely blanking them now. Well, that was their loss, wasn't it? And Daphne Hopton.. Woodson didn't have the foggiest idea where she had gotten off to.
His biggest concern right now though, was Sebastian.
It was almost like that girl, Miss Celandine was provoking him. She spoke about being smart. Provoking a Whitcomb was NOT smart. Not smart at all. Sebastian was fuming, he didn't need twin senses to know that much.
"We've studied Astronomy, yes," the fifteen year old informed politely, hoping he could at least calm his brother down with his calm demeanor.
Study groups? He thought not.
"Studied it, but are you any
good at it?" That was the important part of course. She offered a cheerful and encouraging smile and looked up, trying to see where Daphne went. She gave a tiny shrug and smiled at Woodson again.
Gee they were so nice weren't they? Cela stretched her legs out in front of her and leaned forward to rest her arms on the tops of her thighs. She looked up at the compartment door again when she head Daphne answer her.
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Ama "No, Celandine," said Daphne with a little smile and rolling her eyes. Holding the bag out to her blond friend, Hopton sighed. "Is this yours?"
"Is wha... oh! It is! How..." Cela straightened and suddenly sprang to her feet, managing to keep her balance despite the height of her shoes.
She took her bag and leaned out of the compartment, holding the doorframe for support and bending at the waist to peek out at whatever Daph was doing.
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Saawariya "No, we weren't going to keep it. Never. We um...yeah. No." Lucy said, quickly before anyone else could say anything. Whew. They were safe. No harm done. Lucy was sure they'd be dead meat and all because of this...this thief! Gawsh...she still wondered what motivated him to steal a purse. A GIRL'S PURSE. Really? Why? She looked over at him, glaring at him for only a second, and then moving back into her much more sympathetic expression. And then...she smack his arm.
"YOU IDIOT!! Why the heck did you steal that girl's purse? Do you realize you could have been in trouble? You could have gotten ME in trouble?" Lucy stopped to look at him, waiting for a response. But then, she decided she didn't want to hear one from him, and smacked him again on the arm. "If you're gonna steal, be careful. And...what am I saying? DON'T EVER STEAL!! It's bad, don't you know that?" she said. She barely even knew the kid and yet she was already looking out for him. It seemed as if every person she had met so far was one whom she felt worthy of looking out for. Must be a strange new characteristic of hers.
O_O
Cela gasped audibly and drew her wand, immediately marching just outside of the compartment and pointing it at this MEANGIRLWHOWASBEINGMEANTOWILLIECROCKER!
"If you hit one of myyyy Crockers again I'll totally like, takeyoudownandstuff!" Cela lifted her chin stubbornly and pointed her wand unerringly at the girl, her now returned purse slung over Cela's opposite shoulder.