DEAN THOMAS & MICHAEL CORNER (dun...dun..dun)
Dean grinned with relief when he saw a familiar face, “oh, you know, just hanging about,” he quipped. He imagined he did look off just standing there, but try as he might, he just couldn’t move from the spot.
“Seem to be a bit stuck,” he admitted, gesturing up at the mistletoe that was hanging above my head. “Guess I need to learn to watch where I’m walking.” In Cuaditch, that was probably especially true. One never knew what was going to happen next around here.