[Great, you've brought an actual scowl to his face. Virgil will just go ahead and wipe the gunk off his shoulder, hurling it right back. So long as its not fistfighting and Stan doesn't want to hear anything verbal, he's totally cool with mudslinging.]
[Virgil scowled, turning back to his work. There was little else to do, but by the time they were finished, Stan might notice the fourth year stacking things with entirely non-verbal spells.]
[Hey, if you don't say the spells, it doesn't count. Virgil continued doing things as he was, turning and motioning to the fact that the professor meant to be watching them wasn't exactly around. So, why not?]
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Hey, no fair! We ain't supposed to use spells while we're doin' this, you cheatin' little squirt!
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