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Originally Posted by
Super Spaz 
"I have brains," Dylan frowned. "Riding Marco's? Now that is a laugh. At least I am not riding on a name. I intend to make my own name. Not use someone elses." He chuckled, "How do you know I haven't got one? I just don't go around bragging like some people." This guy needed to shut up. Ruining Dylan's fingers was a horrible idea.
Miles' jaw clamped shut and he glared at Dylan. Was he talking about.... How did he know? Not letting it bother him he shrugged it off, "Well technically everyone has someone else's name. For example you have your father's last name much as I have mine and Livvy here has hers." There....yes he was fishing. He laughed at Dylan's question and shook his head, "So how is Brody...I mean Gold I mean...wait who are you with now?" he said with a challenging smirk.
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Originally Posted by
demented_death_eater "AHEM!"
Vindictus shot a frown at Miles and Dylan. "SOOO . . . now that you found the tail twig clippers, the first step in tuning up your broom is to work on the tail twigs. I've already done the messy part of cleaning the tail twigs in a bucket of solution and allowing them to dry."
He walked over to the broom rack and retrieved a broom who's twigs looked like they'd been used to smash an army of spiders. Ends of the twigs were ragged and poking in different directions. Vindictus slowly walked by each table so that the students could see the poor condition of the broom.
"This is what happens when you don't trim the tail twigs. Sad, isn't it. Fly on this thing and the butterflies will beat you." He smiled and pointed to a broom leaning by the fire. It looked like it got caught in a Muggle machine that gnawed off it's tail. "And that's what happens when you get carried away with those clippers. Destroy the tail and you've killed the broom."
"Take your clippers and gently clip the raggedy ends off each of the tail twigs. When you do this with great care, you will still maintain the speed and shape of the tail. Please keep your voices low while you work and hair cutting is not allowed!"
His attention was caught by someone clearing their throat and he looked up to find Vindictus looking at them. Looking back at Dylan he frowned and grabbed his clippers. He'd work on the broom. Ignore the moron sitting next to him. Broom. Broom. Broom. Pulling the broom closer he brought the clippers to the tail twigs and gently began trimming the ragged twigs. Where was Fi when he needed her?