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"By the way," He mocked Taylor as he left, "The house-elves don't like you." He rolled his eyes. "Why would they like me? Geez." He muttered to himself, scowling after Taylor. If there was one thing he knew, it was what girls wanted. Standing up on the padded seat, he gathered up the guitar case, shrugged on his coat and smiled down at Edi. "I'll make my exit now before the weather gets bad." He hefted the guitar case for emphasis and stepped over the seat partition, snagged a stray chip from Lilith's discarded plate and jumped down to the wooden floor. He grinned over his shoulder at Edi and made a dash for the door before the bar tender could finish his shouting about standing on the seating.
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