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Neck deep in debating dueling over diplomacy with a younger student, it took a few minutes for Arthur to hear the other argument occurring. “Lad, shut it.” A quiet murmur to the student he was verbally sparring with and focus on Josie’s. A frown and he sidled closer, silently so only Josie could see him with a goblet nearly half-full of juice. Deliberately tripping over his own feet, Arthur spilled the contents over the other student’s shirt and gasped. “Bloody hell, I’m so sorry.” Making a show of fussing over the stains, he pulled the student up and nudged him away. “Best go off and soak that, yeah?”
The conversation had left Josie beyond frustrated and so lost in her own train of thought, she’d taken a moment to register Arthur, but once she had, she struggled somewhat to keep her smile at bay. Josie hadn’t expected the older male to go through with it, but once he had, Josie couldn’t help the small but suppressed snicker from bubbling out of her. “That was....awesome.” She waited to say until the idiot was gone. “Thank you, if you hadn’t done that, I think I would’ve lost it entirely.”










