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Miss Lissy Lou 
Jack grabbed another roll and threw it at Torin again, this time aiming for his face. "Well, you better explain FAST!" he told him. He would throw something more painful if he didn't start telling him what was up and SOON. Like a FIST.
"If she's so in love with ME then why does she keep talking about YOU?" he asked, frowning and getting ready to throw some more bread. He would keep this up all day if he had to. HE WOULD!
Whoa. Whooooooooa. ZOMG. What was going on here?! Zeke's eyes widened, watching the scene play out. "Uhh..." he began pathetically, not even knowing what he was going to say.
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dingDong STOMP!STOMP!STOMP!
Ohhhh SO THEY WERE AT GRYFFIES NOW? Cam saw... Jack... Reese... other people, IT WAS PERFECT.
"I'm SOOOOO HAWT AND YOU'RE SOOOOO NAWT!" He announced to the whole table, mainly making a BIG REAL STOMP on those people mentioned above
Cam screeched LOUUDLY, and poured a little bit more mooncalf on the table (oh NOES he was running out!)
"DOOD WILLIE, WE'RE REBELS. FLAT-OUT REBELS!" He snorted maniacally and continued running full-pace.
MERLIN'S BEARD, WHAT WAS THIS TABLE COMING TO?! Bread being thrown, screaming, POO, stomping, crazy 3rd years?!?!!!!! Zeke's eyebrows raised when he was informed that Cam was so hawt and they were all so nawt. OH MAH GOODNESSSSSSS.
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Cedric "Zeke. Got it," Sloane said, committing it to memory. "No sweat. I'm Sloane Jackson. Sixth year." It was much easier to just go with the flow and give everyone the impression that she had attended Hogwarts for five consecutive years so far, so she always said nothing further about the subject. She smiled at the seventh-year before she, again, smoothed out the wrinkles on her skirt that just wouldn't seem to disappear. "Bet it's weird for you, hm? Last year here and all."
"Sloane," Zeke repeated. "Yeah, it is really weird. My laaaast year at Hogwarts. Geez. It went by so fast." He wondered vaguely how she'd known that he was a seventh-year (and his name, actually - he was fairly sure he'd never met her), but he decided it wasn't really of much consequence either way.