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[mel___]

Melanie was not happy.

In fact, Melanie was very unhappy. Because that morning, Melanie had woken up with a head cold. A very bad head cold. The kind that starts with a stuffy nose and doesn't stop until you feel as if your head is threatening to explode and something is attempting to rip its way out of your throat. And the fact that it really

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[go_for_miles]

Miles had a small side bag (a gift from his older sister at Christmas) hanging off his shoulder when he entered the common room. A quick glance around made him notive the girl sitting by herself, and looked comfortable at the moment as well though a bit irritated.

"You missed dinner," he stated, pulling a pastry out of the sac and held it out to her.

[mel___]

Melanie tore her eyes away from the stunning pair of heels she had been examining, her gaze quickly moving from Miles, to the pastry, then back to Miles.

"No thanks," she muttered with a slight shake of her head, pathetically attempting to keep her words as undistorted as possible.

[go_for_miles]

"Alright then," he said with a shrug, taking a bite from the thing before shoving it back in the back. After a quick second he pulled out a piece of fruit and held it towards her again.

[mel___]

Melanie raised an eyebrow at the offered fruit, looking up at Miles questioningly. "Do you keep a whole bloody kitchen in there?"

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[who_is_kyle]

8 to Slytherin! Sweet deal.