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[sea_leprechaun]

I will never. Ever. Ever. Mock girls about that time of the month. Ever again. I don't know how you do it. My hat's off to you, girls

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[happyhufflepuff]

You got switched too?

I'm glad you now realize that we don't make up cramps. =P

[sea_leprechaun]

I did. And it was horrible. And painful.

[happyhufflepuff]

You poor thing. You should have asked for a pain killer of some sort.

[sea_leprechaun]

I did. Vati was very kind :) But nobody tells you how long those bloody things take to work do they! I bet they were invented by a guy.

[_theo_nott_]

It was purely a stroke of good luck that led Theo to be walking down the corridor near the entrance hall at the same time that Finnigan had apparently opted for a stroll of his own. Theo's lips curled and he casually stepped nearer to the side of the corridor, knowing the Gryffindor hadn't spotted him yet.

It would be much more fun to harass him if the onset was unexpected.

When he was close enough, Theo watched his eyes and noted that they seemed to be glinting happily.

Enough of that.

"Well, look who it is," Theo said in a loud whisper as he started to walk by.

[sea_leprechaun]

Seamus stopped at the sound of the voice and groaned aloud, turning to face Nott, setting his face into a scowl and crossing his arms in front of his chest. "What do you want, Nott? I haven't done anything to you lately. Can't you just leave me alone?"

[_theo_nott_]

"Nah, that wouldn't be as much fun fo-"

In the middle of his snide comment, his eyes finally drifted lower than the boy's eyes...to his shirt.

His shirt.
Blaise's shirt.

When his eyes returned, they were flashing dangerously and he could already feel his whole body tensing. "You little shit," he spat accusingly, too shocked to move toward the boy just yet.

[sea_leprechaun]

Seamus blinked and swallowed, taking an automatic step back as Nott's eyes went from cruelly amused to dangerous.

It wasn't something he had expected and he tried desperately to think of something that could have warranted such a change.

"What?" he eventually asked, genuinely confused, his voice hoarse from the foreboding feeling flooding through him. "What'd I do?