 *wants to play wif izzzzeh!!!!!!11!!!1!!!1!!!!!!!1111!11!one!!111* Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
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Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah  Haughtine looked up at the boy with the sandwich. Smelled like chicken, a bit, but she couldn't rightly tell unless it was hauntingly pungent tuna. Although, clearly surprised, the boy seemed remarkably relaxed for what had just transpired. Judging by everyone elses reaction to this goblet event, you'd think he would've thrown the sandwich into the air (rather than letting it hit the ground with a dry flop) and declared drinks for he and Salander then and there to mark the occasion. And the more the two boys spoke, the more Haughtine wondered why the one called Duncan Fletcher didn't offer drinks then and there.
Maimed? Drowned? Eaten by a dragon? Being a champion just sounded dangerous. Who could tell if the boy would live to offer drinks another day?
"Duncan was it?" Haughtine took the back of her hand which was engulfed in her tad too large robe sleeve and brushed her messy hair back away from her face. She stuck out her small hand to shake his. "Congratulations on being chosen to be a champion... I think." Popping the last bite of sandwich into his mouth, Fletcher slowly turned his gaze from staring around the room (CONSTANT VIGILANCE, ya know) and settled his eyes on some firstie addressing him.
D'awwww it was so cute. And lil. And wrong about his name.
"No no, I'm Fletcher, just Fletcher," he corrected her, taking the offered hand and giving it a polite shake. "Thank you... I think? What is your name....er....Miss???"
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