Lydie couldn't quite imagine the boy's whiskers being anything but prickly, though she had no evidence otherwise to contradict Willa. She certainly wouldn't even dare to contradict her friend at a moment like this, when Willa had been kissed! (It stung a bit that she hadn't been alerted to either her friend's crush or her plan to be kissed - for why else would Willa tolerate the musings of muggle studies of all things - but that was neither here nor there at present.) Reaching for Willa's hand, Lydie grasped it in own and grinned. “Do you mean to do it again?” She asked conspiratorially.

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