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Young .
"Makes sense, she could probably brew anything good."
Incorrect .
Moustache .
*noms apple juice*
He eyed the potion, not recognising it from Maya's stash of potions. "Did Maya make that one?"
At that, he eyed the potion that Raven drank. "What's that?" Black asked.
"I totally am!" Whatever Raven was doing, she was doing it right for an acoustic breakdown to sound decent.
Rather than discomfort him, he was compelled to headbang. "Much better!" He then started headbanging in time with the song.
I live. Dashie?
The cacophonous music filled his eardrums, causing him to internally wince. "Sweet Luna!" he exclaimed. "It's like listening to a garbage disposal!"
"Hit it at me," he replied, finishing half of the glass.
"Oh well..." He sipped some more of his drink.
*noms chocolate milk*
Sorcery .
Hey, that's me! Poison?
He almost choked on his drink at that point. "The parents who run this place, obvi?"
"Blame your parents," he teased, sipping the cider.
He chuckled. "I'll do that, but only if you give me a pint of cider.~"
His eyes widened. "I mean, I could try to beat that..."
