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“Okay, okay, wait,” Nado said through his laughter as he took the phone from Kuny. “They’re a six, but they’re a goalie.”

“Instant ten,” Finn said immediately.

“Thanks, Harz!” Kasey called offscreen.

“Not you!” Finn shook his head. “Uh, they’re an eight, but they put their right skate on before their left.”

“Oh, tough one,” Remus mused. “Eight and a half?”

“Ten,” Sirius answered. “I do that.”

“So that makes my vote a solid five.” Logan grinned as Finn passed him the phone; he dodged Sirius’ punch to his shoulder by less than an inch, then winced at the following smack upside the head. “That’s an abuse of power, asshole!”

“Bite me.”

Logan pulled a face at him before turning back to the camera. “They’re a five, but they play for the Snakes.”

“Zero,” several voices said in unison.

“Cap, your brother played for them. Be nice.”

Sirius frowned. “Negative one.”

“You literally look the same.”

Leo snorted as he took the phone. “Bold of you to assume anyone on that team is above a three. Okay, they’re a five, but they use a stick with the same flex as you do.”

A moment of quiet contemplation passed through the group. “Nine,” James finally answered. “I took a point off because I don’t like to share my sticks, but… that’s hot.”

“It’s hot,” Talker agreed. “Can confirm.”

Logan wrinkled his nose. “Ew.”

“Um, they’re a nine, but…” Kasey bit his lower lip in thought, then grinned. “But they dress exclusively in khakis and polo shirts for seven years.”

“Ten,” Sirius answered without hesitation at the same time Remus said, “fuck you.”

“You’re only giving Loops a nine?” Talker whistled lowly. “Damn, Bliz, harsh grade. They’re a six, but they drink blue Gatorade.”

“Oh, hell yeah!” James whooped. “That’s an eleven, baby!”

“Definitely at least an eight,” Olli said with a nod. “They’re a seven, but they have red hair.”

“Ten,” James, Leo, and Logan chorused. Finn gave the camera a pleased look while Olli handed the phone to Dumo.

“I just say how attractive someone is, then something that makes them more attractive, yes?” he asked. Various agreements came from offscreen and he hummed in thought. “What’s the grading scale?”

“A ten is someone very attractive,” Sirius explained. “So for example, Remus would be a ten. And then at the bottom is a one, like Tremzy—ow.”

“And so Celeste would be an eleven?” Dumo continued mildly.

“Sure—stop hitting me!”

“D’accord. Ah, they’re an eight, but they can bake madeleines.”

“Ten.”

“What’s a madeleine?”