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Posted by Jessers on 9/9/2004, 8:42 pm, in reply to "Harry Potter; OotP" "FIRST-YEAR WHORE WHO HAS NO BUSINESS SPEAKING TO A PERSON OF MY STATURE, LET ALONE MAKING A COMMENT SUCH AS SHE DID. I COULD GIVE A FLYING #### IF SHE IS A SLYTHERIN HOUSE MEMBER." Toph's eyes grew wide, his mouth curling downward a bit as he looked toward the Slytherins. Just like them, really. Statures, he thought. That seems to be the Slytherin obsession: statures. Eyes rolling, he shook his head a bit, opting not to let it rile him up. Immediately after the shouts, the hall broke out into murmurs and whatnots in response to this outbreak of vulgarity. Toph seized the moment, smile appearing once more, accompanied by a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Well, ya know," he spoke in a tone of mock-sophistication, "Sometimes cleverness and originality just take a leave from my plotting. Thus I introduce you, dear Caliopy--" He then reached beneath the table, grabbed a handful of the objects, and shoved them across the tablespan, hidden under its wooden surface, and into Caliopy's grasp. "To Dungbombs. Good stuff, too. Grade A from Zonko's. Most losers 'round here who try to stir up some shit -- pardon the pun -- take the cheap way out and use Grade C. Not nearly good enough." He nodded at Caliopy. "This, Grade A, packs a whallop. No one would be safe." He allowed a small laugh... more of a cackle... and shoveled another moutful of chicken home. "Stho," he said through a mouth full of roasted fowl. "Whascth your dethizzion?" He swallowed with a gulp, clearing his voice. "Are you in... or are you sqaure?" He giggled a bit, then turned back to his chicken.
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Toph forked a bit of chicken and shoved it into his mouth, chewing laborously a moment before speaking. As he did, he slouched a bit in his seat, brown eyes casting upward in the direction of the enchanted ceiling. Just as his voice clicked and began to vocalize words, an uproar rose from the Slytherin table:
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