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I STILL think all your polar bear plunge people are a BIT touched in the head, but I'm glad you didn't die, Jacob. I would have missed you, and also we'd probably mess up our relationship with Hogwarts, and that would just be a shame.

Also, Hector has developed a rivalry with the stuffed animal I got him as a companion. He apparently isn't a fan:

I don't know, is it wrong I just think it's cute?

Warded to Jacob
But for real, no lasting damage right?

Warded to Garrett

So let's lay down our actual plan then.

Trees. Fun hexes and charms. Snowball fights. Singing. Anything else? And I don't care what you say, we're NOT DOING ANYTHING WITH KISSING SO FORGET IT.

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I have many talents, making kissing sound awful is but one of them. So are you saying I'll be really bad because I never have? Fine, I guess we all have to be bad at something. And that, in a nutshell, is why we're friends. Back to liking you again.

Sometimes you display non-goober tendencies.

Most of my compliments are a little insulting, but I mean them. You're fun, you're cool, don't make me continue to make your head inflate, we need you to be able to leave your cabin.

Admit you love me.

By default, you're probably really bad at it, yeah. But you could also be a natural. That's highly unlikely, but I can give you 1% benefit of the doubt. I wouldn't worry about it, since you're disinterested. Oh, please. Like you ever stopped liking me.

Sometimes.

But I like when you make my head inflate. I'm having fun. Aren't you having fun? Keep going.

I definitely don't hate you.

I would be offended if I cared about being good at it, but I guess I'll take that 1%. And don't be cocky, it's totally possible for me to stop liking you, you don't know.

Don't push it.

I'm sure you are having fun. I like having fun, yes, but overinflating your already outsized ego is dangerous. But fine. You're brilliant at evil plots, you make me laugh, and you're one of the smartest people I know. Happy?

OH COME ON.

I do know, and I don't think it's possible. But, hey, if you ever want to try to stop liking me, then I'll respect your wishes and try not to be too upset as you walk away from me for what could be the final time. Just be gentle with my heart, Vic. I'm sensitive.

Ruin all my fun, why don't you.

Very happy, thank you.

I like you a bit.

God, fine fine fine, stop, I can't even with you when you're like that. I'm never not liking you, no emotional blackmail, okay?

That's my goal.

Of course you are. You get all the compliments and I get...to make you happy. Okay, I could see why that might be good.

...

Why are you so cruel?

To be fair, you make this way too easy.

It's working.

Awww, you like making me happy. Now I'm twice as happy because I'm also flattered.

I love you, Vic. You're one of my best friends. You always make me laugh, you have a phenomenal eye and mind for pranks, you're loyal and discreet about my business, and I like your face. No matter how much I tease you, all I really want out of life is for you to be happy, and for me to maybe have some role in making you happy. You're great, and I'm grateful to know you. I love you very, very much.

This is why I don't let too many people in, because I'm totally incapable of just letting people go once I love them. And you totally know that. Dick.

Success.

I do, god damn it all. You should be. BE FLATTERED.

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Sometimes it's worse when you're really ridiculously nice and I can't even handle you. But I'm glad we love each other because obviously neither of us would put up with the other if we didn't.

Okay, back to the matter at hand. How are we going to make your sister's party more interesting? I'm thinking something classic-party treats that have various fun charms and hexes. Nice ones. Classy ones.

I don't think it makes me a dick to take advantage of that. As long as I'm not doing it to hurt you. Only to benefit myself, without hurting you at all. It may not be noble, but it's not horrible.

I'm flattered, I'm flattered. No need to twist my arm, Powers.

Savor that, because that's my quota on I Love You's for at least another six months. I hope you didn't waste it just for this.

Classy hexes? That's a fun concept. We could go the musical route again. The treats could make everything you say come out as a song or something.

Well you could try not taking advantage of your knowledge, but fine. Point taken. You're not noble, Garrett. You'll never be a white knight now.

I'm excellent at arm twisting, also, you're welcome.

I have it in written form, I can cherish it any time I want. And same by the way. Feelings are gross.

Yes, hexes that wear top hats and eat caviar. I'm thinking that we have some champagne whose bubbles make you float a bit as well.

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Garrett/Vic.

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