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[x_dean_thomas_x]

Dean stared down at the small box McGonagall had given him. He let out a loud sigh and looked around the room, searching for a mean of distraction, but the Gryffindor Common Room, filled with first years at this time of the day, offered him none. Running out of ways to procrastinate his homework, he reached into the box and got out an especially

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[quincey_again]

ooc: you steal her away from connor and i'll shoot you with mind bullets.

..perhaps.

[x_dean_thomas_x]

ooc: Well then, it looks like I'll have to use my superheat vision...

[quincey_again]

ooc: then i'll just freeze you with the cold heart i ripped from your chest.

[x_dean_thomas_x]

ooc: Oh yeah? I'll rip up all your comic books.
*maniacal laughter*