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"Good work."

Dirk began to laugh, "Oi, Dumbledore didn't give you a Prefect's position for nothin'. Are you gonna get shit done or is Dirk gonna have to take action?" When he spoke about himself in third person, he gestured to himself.

"I told them not to." He said in hushed tons, glancing over at the group of Slytherins "I.. would just go back to the dormitories."

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"My mistake, your highness," He bowed the best that his towel would allow towards Narcissa. "They must have gone invisible on me, those ratty rags."

As soon as Narcissa heard the boy she rolled her eyes. “I’m almost positive that no one with any type a brain would have ever stole your god awful clothes.”

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Dirk glanced down towards his chest and adjusted the towel around his waist, grin never leaving his face. "They ought to see what they have to work with in their upcoming years. Puberty, ah. What an experience."

Mary was caught off-guard at the sight of a half-naked Dirk.  “Uhh,” Mary started, trying her best not to laugh and look anywhere but in front of her in case he felt uncomfortable. “I think it’s best you cover yourself up before a first year walks in on you, mate.”

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"You lot think you're awfully clever," Dirk remarked. "Stealin' my clothes from the loo."

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