Six

[brothor]

I HAVE THE MOST IMPRESSIVE BRUISE ON MY CHEST. IT IS A CIRCLE. A PERFECT CIRCLE.

GOOD AIM, FLEMING. MOST IMPRESSIVE!
NO HARD FEELINGS SERKET.

SLYTHERIN, CONGRATULATIONS. GRYFFINDOR, I STILL LOVE YOU.

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[mammas_goot_to_hyu]

Ov cawze boy, run alonk und play. [Chuckles, patting his head.] Chust don't overdo eet today ja? Don't vant vun ov dem ribs decidink enough iz enough.

[brothor]

I do not play, miss! I am a young man! [He looks defiant for a second before calming at the head pat.] Yes, I promise!

[mammas_goot_to_hyu]

[Chuckles and bends down to kiss his forehead and shoo him off.]

Goot day to hyu den, Meester Odinson.

[brothor]

[Oh. My. God. His face is going bright red now. THIS NEVER HAPPENS. He beams at her before turning around to jog off with a sputter of thanks.]