SPOILER!!: Lolz<3
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Fletcher was certain there would be food in those picnic baskets, he was starting to imagine the smell of it. He was SO SO sure of this fact that he almost skipped down to the blankets and pillows behind the professor. He wasn't carrying any basket (duh, cuz men don't carry baskets, silly Salander) and paused at the edge of the picnic area.
Quick, find someone to sit with!
"Neptune! And er....... Trixie...?" Fletcher strolled over to the two girls and one picnic basket and invited himself to join them by flopping down onto their blanket and stretching out his long legs. "I pic-nic you two. We're buddies, right. Buddies share their picnic baskets with other buddies."
Please? Cuz he didn't have a basket and had totally been planning to blow off today's lesson until he had spotted the class wandering toward the lake... and had managed to slip in the ranks (hopefully) unnoticed.
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Mad Eye Touz Neptune was disappointed that Trixie wasn't looking into the basket. She'd had sooooooooo many opportunities on the walk down. Weren't the Slytherins supposed to be sneaky....? Sigh.
"Finny. It's a good name." Duhhh. "The other got eaten by Lucifurrrrrr. But he didn't mean to. He's a VERY good kitty." NOD.
Ohhhhh. GIGGLEGIGGLEGIGGLE! Neptune buried her face into Trixie's shoulder, like the arrival of The Champion was the funniest, swoony-worthiest event to EVER happen to her. Of course, she was peeking out at Duncan the WHOLE time though. "Of course, Duncan." Giggle. "We think there are kittens in our basket." That's what they thought right?
Kittens were definitely historically important to witches all over the world.
The temptation to look into the basket wasn't actually very strong. Trix was a patient person most of the time, well it depended on the circumstance really but she didn't want to look in the basket before she was told. Besides, wasn't there a charm on there to stop them anyway? So she physically couldn't. Pfft....
The Blonde however was distracted by the sound of her voice being called. Well it sounded more of a question actually.
"Yes, Trixie" she told the Triwizard Champion with a smile. They'd met briefly in Muggle Studies right?
"Err..Of course" she told him but there was no point anyway because he'd obviously made himself comfortable and Neptune wasn't going to deny him that fact. How come SHE had to do all the hard work here by carrying the basket down? Jeez where was Oliver when you needed him? The Slytherin snorted at his joke though. Well THAT was cheesy.
"Couldn't you think of a more.. You know, Cat like name for this imaginary kitten?" she asked. You know, like...fluffy. The almost seventeen year old looked slightly scared by what she said about this kitten.
"It. Got. Eaten?" she asked. That was...disturbing. "
The Poor THING" she replied scowling. How could anyone let a cat EAT another creature?
Right. Well anyway off of that subject. They both thought there were kittens in there? Well no SHE thought there was food in there like every one else. It was a picnic basket after all.
"Well actually..." she stated to say but wasn't particularly in the mood for correcting.
"...Nevermind." Yeah just keep believing there are kittens in there.
Was it her or had Neptune gone a little...overdramatic at the arrival of Fletcher?