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Deniiz 
Oh, the blondie got it right now! He said "So you don't know how to reply back, therefore isn't sure if your reply is... satisfactory," Was there a word like that in English? Frowning a little, he continued. "Thus, you're afraid they'd laugh at you." He looked expectantly, as if for Edem to say correct. If that was the case, he really didn't have much to advise. Just one thing he found useful. He opened his mouth to say thank and say he didn't want any...
Edem gave Evan's suspicion a thought. He frowned, well, not entirely sure.. Why, then? No, it wasn't because he was afraid that someone'd laugh at him--he loved to make people laugh, even though that means that he'd have to make fun of himself. He didn't have time to answer for Evan had noticed Fallon entering the pub, and asked for his permission to leave. Edem nodded as a confirmation. Watching Evan walked to Fallon's table, he took another candy from the bag--the first one tasted delicious.
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He was on his fifth--maybe sixth candy when he felt bored, maybe he'd leave the pub and go sightseeing some more. Then he noticed Evan and Fallon had stood up. Maybe they were going back to his table? Ah, shame, he was about to leave. Anyway, he stood up, stuffing his bag of sweets into his pocket, but then..
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Nataly nodded and stood up. She was soaked in butterbeer. Gross! What people would think?
She grabbed her wand from her pocket. It was wet and sticky. But Nataly had to clean up the mess somehow, so she raised her wand and shouted, "Scourgify!"
Suddenly it was very windy in the pub. The walls shook, someone shreiked and almost everyone fell to their knees.
After a few moments the wind vanished, and Nataly could see clearly. A horrified gasp escaped from her lips.
All the pub was covered in butterbeer, even the people.
A lesson-never preform spells with a sticky wand. Nataly thought sarcastically, looking around.
EWWW. Okay. This is not good. Not only he got covered in butterbeer, he also hit his table in his attempt to remain on his feet. Oh well. He'd find somewhere to clean up. Walking towards Evan and Fallon slowly, afraid of slipping, he gestured the mess Nataly had just made. Oh well..
"Evan," he spoke, but as he opened his mouth, droplets of butterbeer fell into it. He shook his head and continued,
"I think I'm gonna go.. Clean up, you know, you cool with that?"