“Gryffindor kicked your asses,” Chanyeol tells Yifan through a mouthful of pastry. “What a disgrace.” His long legs kick against the legs of the wooden table he's sitting on in the vast warm kitchen. “To be expected, though. Do Hufflepuffs do anything right?” His grin, broad and toothy, is completely unrepentant.
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“Gryffindor kicked your asses,” Chanyeol tells Yifan through a mouthful of pastry. “What a disgrace.” His long legs kick against the legs of the wooden table he's sitting on in the vast warm kitchen. “To be expected, though. Do Hufflepuffs do anything right?” His grin, broad and toothy, is completely unrepentant.