Yuri glanced between Hesper and Billie, both were girls but couldn't be more different. Gamp was 'pretty' in that sort of 'clean' way girls were - or at least that's what he thought counted as pretty. Billie was clean, the house matrons kept an eye to make sure that all of the junior students washed regularly, but somehow it was different to the way that girls like Gamp were clean, she was shiney, polite and stiff - like one of those creepy dolls that sat on velvet cushions in the window of the toy shop

'Gamp' Yuri started with his question, a mouth full of trifle, and then vaguely remembering the first etiquette class he corrected himself, swelling deeply to force the trifle down his throat before trying again, 'Miss Gamp' he asked, a little over loud as though reading from a script, 'What flavour is the cake?' he asked, licking a blob of fresh cream the corner of his mouth, already reaching for a much less dainty serving of the quite pleasant cake.

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