#the crowes

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Arya: It’s gotta be this one, right? 

Arya: C’mon.. Reeach... Reeeeeeeach

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Asha: DId I do it right?

Minerva: Smells like it.

Asha: But, How do I know it’s the right smell.

Minerva: Trust me. The smell of rotten eggs and spoiled toadstool is what you want to smell.

Asha [snickering]: Great! Maybe I’ll test it on my sister before I unleash this fresh hell on L.

Minerva: Why not test it for yourself, first?

Asha: Granny. I know you see thee literal death coming out of this bottle. It’s much safer to try it on someone else.

Minerva: Safer for whom exactly.

Asha: Me obviously.

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Ed: “Arya you’re so beautiful! He’d be an idiot to ignore you.” That’s all you’d have to say Ed! That’s literally it! And then she’d say “Wow you think I’m beautiful?” And we’d ride into the sunset. But, now here you are talking to yourself like and idiot! Great?! Great...

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Morgyn took his leave, leaving this new Potions Master to deal with the annoyed Crowe. 

Aslan: Look, I know this is a lot for you, Ms. Crowe. What with your mentor leaving like this. I do hope this doesn’t keep us from getting along. 

Asha: Pfft! Yeah right.

Aslan: O-or at least we can come to some kind of understanding. I’m quite flexible on the ‘getting along’ concept.

He chuckled to himself. Laughing at his own joke? Really? Asha rolled her irate eyes at him.

Asha: Eugh... Look here uhm- Adam

Aslan: Actually, It’s Aslan.

Asha: Whatever. I’m not interested in what you have to say. I’m just not. So you can just-

She hesitated when she finally looked at him again. Like, really looked at him and oh no! It had to be him! Tall, green eyes, black hair, stupid little vest, stupider little accent. Oh Asha sure hoped Arya was happy because her prince charming really did exist. And he was already pissing Asha off.

Asha: Y-you can just mind your business and stay away from me. Now if you’ll excuse me.

Aslan: Very well then. 

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Asha: No.

Morgyn: No?

Asha: No. No. I don’t accept this. Who is he? How do you even know he’s qualified?! 

Morgyn: I’ll not argue this with you. The Sages’ word is final. Now if you’ll excuse me. 

Asha fumed in place as Morgyn made to leave.

Morgyn: Be welcoming, Crowe.

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If you had asked L, skating was not the next fun thing...

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???: you had better be careful there. You could’ve hurt yourself.

Arya: Holy… Glad you were there to catch me or I surely would’ve...

He was...wow. Arya couldn’t help the butterflies in her stomach. They were surely not helping to un-jumble her thoughts enough to form a proper sentence.

???: As am I.

Arya: Uhm hope you don’t mind but uhm, W-who are y-?

???: I’m- Oh Sorry! I actually must be going! It was a pleasure to catch you!

Arya: Y-you too... I mean not- but... uh thanks...

And just like that he was gone.