"What's your favorite color?"
"Hm... I wouldn't really be able to decide. I like almost every color, except for that one shade of yellow that I turned that girl's hair last year..." Reminiscing about the look on the girl's face brought an impish smi...
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Cory had a strange wake-up call that morning.
And by strange, he meant Cedric wacking him with the same pillow he drooled on, which he somehow grabbed out of all the other non-saliva-contaminated pillows from the common room, with one hand and holding Mac back with the other. And because of her small height, she had Cedric's palm placed firmly on her forehead with his fingers press into her scalp. Well not into, into, but enough to hold her in place as she swung blindly at the goliath in front of her. Cedric was also stepping on both of Mac's feet with one foot keeping her from kicking or moving any closer. All of the students had been moved back to their houses dorms after the searches concluded, but Cory, Mac, and Cedric stayed in the common room because Cedric fell down on one of the couches and refused to get back up. Mac was soon to follow and Cory knew he would feel bad if he left them, so he collapsed as well. That might not have been the best decision on his part.
"C'mon Cory, wake up. We don't have all day," Cedric's melodic tone contradicted his violent actions. Mac was trying to scream at the prefect, but the only words that could be heard from her were muffled and indistinguishable.
Cory sat up and grabbed the pillow before it could hit him again and ripped it out of Cedric's hand. He tossed it over in a random direction and dropped back down into his original position. Cedric let out an annoyed whine.
"Hey! That almost went into the fire!"
Cory glanced up at Cedric, who had let go of Mac to run over to the warming pillow, then over to Mac with tired eyes that made Mac think of the boy's uncle.
"Why did I just get hit repeatedly with a pillow infected with Cedric's spit?"
Mac smiled awkwardly.
"Well… we wanted to get some form of revenge on you for waking us up yesterday, but then I saw Cedric eyeing that disgusting thing and I tried to stop him, but he… ya know… already started hitting you and then he stopped me -which was really embarrassing- and, well, you know the rest."
Cory looked back at Cedric only to see him cradling the pillow like a baby. He looked back to Mac, brow raised.
"Yeah, he looks like he could really stop you. Very easily."
Mac scoffed. "Well then, why don't you try stopping him when he gets like that." She motioned towards Cedric, who was now curled around the pillow, and grimenced. "We-well, maybe not like that, but like he was before… which you wouldn't know because you were asleep."
