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"Apparently..." Ophelia muttered, turning to face the front of the room. She had begun on another origami piece when the clink of glass hit her ears. Looking around, she saw Corvo asleep, with a puddle of ink around his head. It looked almost like he'd been shot, and his blood was black instead of red. Ophelia leaned to his desk, and tapped his shoulder softly. "Uhm, Corvo...?"
Draco snickered quietly, looking at Corvo. He tried really hard not to laugh loudly.


Nals-25 wrote:"Dr...??" he cocked his head to one side, clueless. "Lucky I was brought up the old-fashioned way." He shrugged. "But enough about this old-fashioned talk. What do you think of doing after finishing seventh year? I mean, I'm just asking, not thinking that we'd end up together, you know." He scratched the back of his head, looking up and away, blushing lightly.
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