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â ARE YOU FOR REAL ? â he scoffs, shaking his head, fully invested now. â you know how to get anyone into your bed in ten words or less but this ââ ? â he starts, tilting his head towards the slytherin in questionâs direction. â this makes you speechless ? â marcus clucks his tongue before taking a sip of his coffee, pensive. â if you donât sort this out, maybe itâs us whoâs going to annihilate you for the next match. â
ânot anyone... it took me twelve words to get you to sleep with me,â nathaniel couldnât help but roll his eyes at his mate, before taking a sip of his coffee. âiâm speechless when it comes to him at all times. always have, always will,â he mumbled and with a tiny grunt, he rested his forehead on the top of the table. ânichols will kill me if we lose, so donât count on that. heâs already pissed off about his brother playing house with a carrow, he wonât let me get away with being distracted on the pitch.â














