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[avis_abernathy]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'The Minister is Elected'/ Tuesday November 8 / 7:00 PM.
Location: Corridors outside Great Hall
Open To: Kieran Donovan (Awwwwwww *cutesy face preparation*)
Currently Involving: Avis

If there was one thing Avis loved more than sleeping, it was food. She loved meals, perhaps a bit too much. She sometimes worried she was getting a

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[kieran_donovan]

Oh how he adored Care of Magical Creatures. Of course, the feeling didn’t really seem to be mutual for he didn’t do that well in the class but he loved it nonetheless. It was just so interesting! How could he not love it? Someone had mentioned Jabberknolls and Kier had been absolutely fascinated by them. He could hardly contain his excitement. So he didn’t even try.

Bound bound bound. He looked like a hyperactive first year with his clumsy, energetic gait. How wrong! He was a hyperactive third year. Though really, he could pass for ten but that didn’t need to be said.

He bounded over to a 5th year Lion who seemed to be wandering aimlessly and he nearly tripped over his own feet in the process. He had absolutely no idea who she was but she was the closest person to him and he just had to share his new-found knowledge. “Guess what, guess what?” he asked excitedly, bouncing up and down. Kier and standing still didn’t mesh well either. “Did you know that Jabberknolls don’t make a sound until they’re DYING? And then you can’t shut them

[avis_abernathy]

Avis kept on strolling and cursing her love of all things fattening when all of a sudden she heard this loud, energetic chatter coming from below her. At first she felt annoyed and was prepared to kick whoever this kid was until she looked down and saw the cutest, most adorable little kid she had ever seen!

She couldn't help but grin brightly and make a cutesy-face at the boy. He couldn't have been older than eleven. Then again, he could have been younger, perhaps a relative of one of the professors or adults visiting. He had the bluest eyes and was SO excited at whatever it was that he was talking about!

She listened intently, this being horribly entertaining to her. "Jabberknolls? Is that so? That is crazy." Avis shook her head, still laughing to herself.

"And where'd you learn that? Did you run into a dying Jabberknoll?"

Oh, the young'uns amused her terribly. They were so fun to be around, and reminded her of her brother Dunk back home.

[kieran_donovan]

He looked slightly frightened as she grinned like a madwoman and made some sort of odd expression. It made her look rather demented. "Is there something wrong with your face?" he asked her slowly, tilting his head to one side to survey the older girl. "You look rather..." He paused, trying to find the right word. "Stupid." Well, when in doubt, be blunt.

Of course, had he knew that she was thinking that hhe was positively adorable, he would have had a very different reaction. Said reaction would involve far more glaring and violence. Kier did not appreciate being called- or thought of as- cute. He was 13! He wasn’t supposed to be cute. Well, he wasn’t supposed to look ten or be short either. Woe was him!

But lookie, she was talking to him about Jabberknolls! His expression brightened and he shook his head vigorously. "Nuh uh. Someone told me about 'em after Care of Magical Creatures. I dun think I'd want to see one cause I heard they're SUPER LOUD"- his voice grew louder as if to make a point as he announced that they were loud- "

[avis_abernathy]

Avis laughed out loud at this kid. "Stup. . .Oh wow, kid. Um, yeah, I suppose I do look stupid." She looked around, not expecting this at all from this bouncy child.

All she could really do at this point was laugh. He caught her completely off guard. "Wow, um. . .yeah, me neither." His face made her laugh even harder, and she looked like a mad hatter.

Avis was absolutely speechless at his next question, and especially at how he bounced up and down. She made a fake stern face, just to pacify him. "Well, when you get older, you don't pay attention to class so much. You have grown-up things to worry about, rather than. . .class."

"WAIT. You're a third year?!" the serious face broke. "No you're not." She gave a 'psh' and said, "Your little 'I'm older' act is cute, but you don't fool me." She folded her arms and got that condescending fifth-year mannerism that got to her at times like this. "You're certainly. . .hyper for a first year."