#m | 5

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“no, i’m not going to.”

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“Allow me in?”The entrance to the Hufflepuff’s common room was only a few feet away, and with a snake attempting to invade it, someone of his familiarity became a blockade. He came off as firm but yet gentle with his words not meant to be shoved at. “I am not quite sure why you won’t,” mischief lacked in his motives; therefore, his tone is left with a potent case of sincerity, “Especially when we have a significant other in common. An upper first year. You know, the one with the eyes? I merely wish to see him.”

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“i am not a computer.”

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Hooligans—no matter where you are, there is bound to be some present. It just so happens that the first upper year class contained a handful. This group decided to pound a few words into the Gryffindor who seated right beside Clotarie, and so very inevitable it was to let the conversation fly over his head. “Yes, you definitely are not.” Now, he doesn’t look at her, but rather, stares forward. He found that he quite frankly did not need to turn her, assuming that she would love to listen to something other than obnoxious others. “You and I, we are not designed to be controlled, and our wires are far too complex to ever be compared to a computer’s.”

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“it’s designed to scare you.”

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“To scare me…” His eyes level with his opponent’s wand, the lengthy instrument of which will battle his own in this academic duel. The respective vine wood of the Slytherin stands medial to his face and in the same matter as the Gryffindor does. Once lowered to their hips, the two would fall into a proper bow, but Clotarie does not dare to tip his head in the process until his final words were said. “Then, you ought to change the blue print,” because he, most certainly, was not scared.

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“exactly, why are you awake?”

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10PM. The clock hand brims an ungodly status, but not quite enough to spark the uttermost suspicion. Unfortunately, the rules and his notoriously green aspect said otherwise. How bothersome it will be if this inquiry had been sent out solely at the sight of his robe.“A stroll, one in which I am returning from.” The outdoor path of which they stand springs with the nightly silence. Perhaps the lengthy pause will draw out the false seriousness from his words. “I will be on my way now.”