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[dustin_alden]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Countdown to Darkness' / Fri. Oct. 28th / 12:45 PM
Location: Great Hall
Open To: ....not you. the person shall know. XD
Currently Involving: Dustin Alden

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[opheliaballard]

Ohhh yes, SO HE THOUGHT. Much to his soon to be disappointment, Dustin did have onlookers. Or rather, one. Or rather, Ophelia. As 45 minutes was by far not enough time to finish ones lovely buttered-bread sandwiches. Alas alas.

Empty Great Halls were quite discomfiting, good thing there were a few of your odd hangers on still fiddling with their food to make Ophelia feel as though she were not all alone. Of course, they usually weren't a great source for amusement, NOT SO TODAY.

"Eh, EH! YOU THERE!" Ophelia hissed over to the Puff table. The boy looked typically Pufflike. Ridiculous hair and a silly face and she knew not what. Though she was finding these sorts of blokes were wonderous fun to tease. SO much more up for it than the bloody Lions.

[opheliaballard]

Ohh dear dear dear Dustin boyo. Bad idea. Ophelia was very much not accustomed to nobody Puffs chucking things at any part of her body. Certainly not something as ridiculous as a scone at her shin. Her face went rigidly blank, before a stiff smile spread over it.

"Dustin. Dear. Come here will you?" Placing her aquired jam pots on the table in front of her, Ophelia smoothed out her robes and beckoned him over with her finger.

And he had showed such promise! Well, perhaps he still shall. Really, she thought Hufflepuff's to be the obediant house. They should all be like dear Lucy. Pff.

[dustin_alden]

What? The theme music abruptly stopped in Dustin's mind as she called him over. He watched her suspiciously, but didn't move. He tried to think of war movies he'd watched with his mum. Would they stop fighting to have some sort of discussion with jam? NO. Of course not! So why should he? It was obviously a trap. She was a trap setting sort of girl. WELL...WELL WELL THEN.

"To his dog, every man is Napoleon they say," Dustin said and smirked. Except then he bit his lip as he realised that made absolutely no sense in the situation. Napoleon fought in wars, yes, but that didn't meant his statement had any relevance. BAH.

His shoulders slumping in defeat, he shuffled over to Ophelia.

"Yesssss?" he asked her with a pout, hand still clutching a scone. Couldn't be too careful.