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Poké Bail

“I have no idea what the hell these are.”

He finally said it. He’d been pushed into a mass crowd of other students signing up for this thing and he put his name down (‘Kevin’—he had cringed) because he had started to be prodded from behind to let someone else sign up now please. 

And now he had been delivered these hollow things that were mostly red and kind of white and they sure as hell weren’t edible. He peered around, his nerves spiking, and saw someone else with whatever orbs-of-dubious-menace these were and he thrust his three out to them. “Do you want these? I signed up to get them but I don’t think I should have. I don’t even know what they are.”

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“Alright I saw you have like potions class right?” Dylan approached the male after well, accidently seeing him once. “Can you make a potion used for a prank? Like exploding glitter? Making people pink for a whole day? Something like that? Harry potter, Fred and George kind of things?” he asked him, prank smile on his face.

He fumbled, somewhere between a flinch and an action of taking his book out of his bag. Being approached and questioned like that was like handing him a raw, writhing fish and expecting him to take a bite out of it. Blinking and clutching his book to his chest, his face went from blank shock to a squinting, scrunched-eyebrow toss-up. “I don’t—what?” He fiddled with the edge of his book. “I’m new here. I don’t know who…” Kevin petered off, trying to remember the string of names he’d been thrown. “Harry and Greg and… I don’t know. No.” Belatedly, he thought he made a sort of connection. “If you think I made your friend pink and glittery, I didn’t.”