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Ameh Finally. Finally. Good. Raiden gave all the students at the table a wave, crooking his finger at the one wearing Slytherin robes. The... guy person. With Sabel. Yes, you.
"Uhm... Slytherin guy. You come with me." Yes, we were a commanding prefect. "I want to ask you... something."
If he really needed to present a question, it would most likely be 'what is your favourite colour' but... desperate times, man. Desperate times.
Without waiting, he started back to the Gryffindor Table, with Sabel in tow. And hopefully... his friend person too.
Not wanting to leave without a word, Chaucer turned to the group:
"It was a pleasure meeting you all. Rest assured, I won't forget a one of you - be certain of that! Some of you may have caught me at a disadvantage this day, and I apologize profusely. I will attempt to rectify this should we meet again!" With a dramatic sweep of his hand, the boy fell into a bow. With a snap, he was upright once more and turned away to follow the Slytherin.
That wonderful, wonderful Slytherin.