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The talk of animals de-stressed him a little. Just a very little, mind you.
Mephisto was just like his owner. Beautiful.. dark.. but bloody scary. "Oh.. Oh yeah, he's a lovely kneazle," Sage stammered, that hissing making the hairs at the back of his neck stand up. He much preferred cute, cuddly kneazles. And he much preferred Prince Charming too.
He wasn't letting his rats anywhere near Mephisto. EVER.
The way Hecate said 'he adores me' while giving him that look, unnerved Sage, and he shuffled his feet anxiously.. still trying to avoid eye contact with the woman. Once again, he was grateful Lexi hadn't gotten up and left when he'd joined them in the staff room..
What he most certainly had NOT been expecting, was for Hecate to mention their ... dinner date. The dinner date he'd desperately tried to avoid last term but obviously wasn't about to get away so easy with this term. He glanced quickly at Lexi before turning back to Hecate.
In Diagon Alley, Sage had told Lexi how the Potions Mistress was frightening and here she was now.. talking about dinner with him. Unfortunately, he was too timid to simply put her straight. To admit that he really didn't want to be left alone with her.. with just a table and between them.
"Nuts," he squeaked, ears burning a bright red. "I'm just allergic to nuts.."
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