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Grangerfn1 
...But just as soon as she started dancing, Miss 'OMG I Have To Study, Study, Study!' walked in. What a mood-killer.
"Kel, I trust that you'll take it from here," she gave the boy a firm nod and stormed right over to Cela, her face ANGRY, and not caring that she just had a massive mood change.
"Celandine whatever-your-middle-name-is Toussaint! What in the world are you doing?! Look around you! This is a P-A-R-T-Y! A PARTY, Cela! Do you know the meaning of that? Do you know how to support your house mates who just won a Quidditch match? Where's your house pride?! And these BOOKS following you? You stop that right now! Come play with us! We have CAKE! Look at you. You look miserable. QUIT IT!"
She was like a mother lecturing her four year-old child.
"Its Elodie." Celandine's eyes were all bleary from staring at pages and pages of text and she blinked a few times as Becca went all talky crazy. Hum. Was that what she was like? When she talked a lot? Did people think Cela was talky crazy tooooo?
STARE.
Rebecca Parker was questioning her house pride?!
*Le Gaspth!*
Cela ducked and the pile of books whizzed riiiight over her head and up the stairs to the dorm. The sound of them landing on the desk with a heavy thud was audible even down here.
"NEWTs Becca! NEWTs! I have to get twelve NEWTs!" Surely she got that right? Big brown eyes were wide and her uniform was askew. She actually looked like she'd been napping in the library, which wasn't far from the tru... wait. Cake?!
Celandine's nostrils flared and she sniffed it out. Cake?!!!
Wait.
Quidditch?
Cela gasped again, stricken.
"But I didn't even get to wave my pom-poms!" She wailed.
Stupid NEWTs!