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We'll see about that.

[stirs slightly, turning to the table next to her bed]

[rolls her eyes] Right, so now it’s love.  Mark my words, Minerva, I don’t crush or “fall" in love.

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No one's above love, sweetheart.

Except me, but that's beside the point.

[stirs slightly, turning to the table next to her bed]

I’ve never even had a crush before.  Even the name for it sounds stupid.  I’m smarter than that.

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No rest for the wicked.

[stirs slightly, turning to the table next to her bed]

[tries a poker face] And, I’m not.  Can’t you let me enjoy my medication vibe?

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[dodges the pillow] You shouldn't lie, Ksenija.

[stirs slightly, turning to the table next to her bed]

[flushes, throwing a pillow at her] Not even.  I just understand his position and his decision to shoot.

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Hey, don't bite the hand that feeds. Am I sensing protective instincts? I do know what that means.

And I'm telling you right now, bad idea.

[stirs slightly, turning to the table next to her bed]

Well, his job is not exactly a walk in the park, nor is what he’s had and has to do something that can easily be made light of.

The way he is is all for good reason.

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I'd say he takes his job too seriously, needs to lighten up a bit. 

[stirs slightly, turning to the table next to her bed]

This could have been prevented, yes, I must admit.

[scrunches up her nose] Are you taking about Zalen?  He had to do his job, I was just in the way. [shrugs] No hard feelings, but don’t tell him I said that.

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A charming bunch to be sure.

So have you only just returned to school?

[brushes off her skirt]

Oh..Huh, well now ya know the Davis trio.

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It will become one if we don't nip it in the bud.

I'm sure she would, but the situation could have been handled better. But there's nothing we can do about it. 

Men, what can you do?

[stirs slightly, turning to the table next to her bed]

I get in trouble once, and now it’s a habit of mine?  She’s a good friend, Minerva, she would defend me if I needed defending, I’m sure.

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I know, I've met your sister at several events before. And I had the pleasure of meeting your brother the other day.

[brushes off her skirt]

[takes her hand slowly, shaking it, takes his hand back, shoving it in his pocket] Samuel Davis of the Confederacy.

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You really should stop that, the whole getting into trouble thing. It's not good for your health, but neither is hanging around Miriam. She attracts stuff like that.

[stirs slightly, turning to the table next to her bed]

Jumping onto stronger men probably isn’t too good either, but yet, here I am, with these mind-blowing pudding cups.  Honestly, Minerva.

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It was interesting to say the least. [sticks out her hand for him to shake] Minerva Woods of Columbia, Canada.

[brushes off her skirt]

Seems like ya had an interestin’ night. [raises an eyebrow]

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Too many pudding cups probably isn't good for you, but I feel that points irrelevant.

[stands in the doorway to the room]

[stirs slightly, turning to the table next to her bed]

[nods approvingly at the sight of the pudding cups and reaches for one]

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[brushes off her skirt]

I have successfully erased all evidence of me last night off of the internet. Thank god.

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Then I have simply based my facts off of a lie, did this not start with you saying you would not touch a drop of alcohol again?

She won't be forced to marry you. I know for a fact there's a way out of the treaty.

Perhaps you should get your facts straight as well. For one, I never touched a drop of alcohol last night, nor do I make a habit out of it other times. The French in me may protest it, but I can’t stand wine, beer, vodka, or any other form of it, and that’s a fact. And for two, I’ll die a happy man if I die not wedded to her, I’m merely trying to save her the trouble if her brother-

- if Louis isn’t able to take the throne and she’s forced to marry me either way. But Albert and her are the media’s darlings, aren’t they? No one can resist a good forbidden romance. 

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If you don't know all the facts, you shouldn't speak. It doesn't make you sound very intelligent.

Then why don't you shoo off and go drink some more and whine over how Florence will not be marrying you?

Oh, so our body guards are shooting us now? Very reassuring. 

And I could go on for days on how horrible of an idea Fitzwilliams was, but I think I’ve heard more than enough of your opinions to keep me cringing for the next month, at the very least.