Chapter three

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Eliiii: drunk darling

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Eliiii: drunk darling

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icantdie: the difference between two photos 💀

notkilometers: get her to class soon

betterlefay: yes, please, miles is boring me 🙏

celeeee: one of them passed out after drinking 3 rounds

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celeeee: one of them passed out after drinking 3 rounds

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gingin: the way cecelias SPAM has over 65 people
-freddie: oh to be queen cece

Eliiii: definitely not me
-ceceeee: oh absolutely, darling

notkilometers: CAN YALL FOR THE LOVE OF MERLIN JUST COME?
-Ceceeee: alright

betterlefay: take all time you need, just dont check your messages, elijah
-Ceceeee: great going! now he will not hurry up and check them!
-Eliiii: tf guys






Slythersnacks

king, okay fine peasant Elijah:
what the hell miles, evan
this guy/girl could be a pedo

peasant unknown:
sorry to interrupt
but no i can't be
you are texting on hotstgram
i am someone from hogwarts
and since you are in sixth year
i cannot be a pedo even if i was in year seven

king, okay fine peasant Elijah:
you can literally be an alumini?
a pedo one

queen cece:
no
i added some rando number from the current list of howarts

king, okay fine peasant Elijah:
wow
smart of you!

queen cece:
thank you!
oh
oH
fuck you too

peasant miles:
anyways
Elijah, please let him stay

king, okay fine peasant Elijah:
how do you know its a him?

Peasant unknown:
i am a  him

queen cece:
great!
eliiiii please

peasant evan:
cece quick show him the puppy eyes

king okay fine Elijah:
i am not near her

queen cece:
i will upgrade you to king Elijah

queen cece has changed king, okay fine  pesant elijah to king elijah

king elijah:
.......
okay

peasant miles:
such a whore

king elijah:
but one bad sign and hes out
btw what's your name?

peasant evan:
lets play a game
you dont tell us your name
and we will try identifying you

peasant unknown:
um okay!

peasant evan:
okay so not covrus, draco, mattheo and their two friends
they would have left already

king elijah:
evan.

peasant unknown:
bro forgot his own words
message not sent
and no, some of us are good who want to solve the problem and make them reconcile
message not sent

queen cece:
he is right elijah
and thank Salazar it will not be one of them

peasant unknown:
hahahaha yeah!

Theodore held in a chuckle as he read another list which consisted Dean Thomas, Hanuel Chang, Daniel Smith, David Lengend and John McCain.

He smiled as he denied them all and streched out his hands. He had finished his lunch early and had come down to sit in the yards to talk in the in silence.
Coincidently, Cecelia Black, Elijah Gaunt, Miles Rosier and Evan Lefay were seating just a few trees away from him. He could see them in his peripheral view, all of them sitting on the ground under a tree.

He saw as they as they climbed on each other grabbing the notepad with boys names trying to figure out the mystery 'peasant.'

He saw how Cecelia's eyes would lit up everytime she thought she was close to the answer, how Miles and Evan would cheer her up when she was proven wrong. How they would come up with the most impossible names and hit each other for stupid ideas. How Elijah sat with Cecelia between his legs, his hands wrapped around her stomach, how he would come up with his own suggestions once in a while and be slight disappointed when he was proven wrong. How the whole group, especially Elijah would get exicted everytime Cecelia answered and how disappointed and sad they would get when she was proven false.

Honestly, it made him want to tell his real identity. But he couldn't. There was no way they would even talk to be after knowing who he was. But in all this, one question wandered around his mind, were they really as bad as the rest told him? or were they just blinded by hatred.

So far, the second retheoritical question seemed much more plausible.

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