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[buff_hufflepuff]

Amos sits at a table in the Great Hall reading Skeeter's Scoop, one eyebrow arched, his face twisted into a scowl.

Bullshit. As usual.

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[bubbly_bertha]

...

Amos?

[buff_hufflepuff]

Hey.

[bubbly_bertha]

Where've you been?

[buff_hufflepuff]

Up your arse.

*smiles faintly and tosses the article at her*

Please tell me you don't read this dung.

[bubbly_bertha]

Nice. Real nice.

*glances at the paper and wrinkles her nose*

Of course I don't. Waste of time.

[buff_hufflepuff]

What did you expect, coming from me? Christ, Jorkins.

Brilliant. Then you won't mind if I do this...

*smears the paper in her breakfast then sets it on fire with his wand*

[bubbly_bertha]

Something that didn't involve my arse.

I wasn't finished eating that!

[buff_hufflepuff]

Ah, well, too late.

And you're assuming I care?!?

[bubbly_bertha]

Prat.

*steals a piece of toast off his plate to replace hers*

[buff_hufflepuff]

Cow.

*chugs half of her pumpkin juice*

[bubbly_bertha]

*flicks jam at him using her spoon*

[buff_hufflepuff]

Looooooooooovely.

Marlene and I. It's over, y'know.

[bubbly_bertha]

*grin*

Really? I--I'm really sorry.

[buff_hufflepuff]

Yeah. That's why... that's why I haven't been around. I couldn't deal with it.

[bubbly_bertha]

Where'd you go?

[buff_hufflepuff]

My room. And the pitch... at night only, though.