Morag shrugged off Dean's comment and didn't say anything else about the subject. If Dean thought himself unattractive, then that was his problem, not hers. She couldn't - and wouldn't - do anything to talk him out of him, because if another compliment left her mouth, she would have to kill herself. She had already said a lot of things she would regret later on.
"Ugh, do I have to play matchmaker now, too?" As horrid as the idea seemed, Morag thought it could probably be fun... and just the slightest bit embarrassing for Dean. Grinning, as her brain starting coming up with ideas, she gave Dean's arm a light squeeze. "I help you find a boyfriend and you be my personal slave for the rest of the year," Morag proposed with a chuckle. She doubted Dean would fall for it - making deals with Morag was almost up there with making deals with the devil - but she didn't lose anything with trying. "And I mean the school year, by the way."
Morag scoffed when Dean accio'ed his hat back and shook her head, irritated. "The hat needs to go. It's absolutely dreadful!" And the glasses, too, even if he was a blind mice without them. She would make it her personal goal to get rid of them before the Christmas holidays came about. "And anyway, if word went out about Samuel, no one needs to know you're involved."
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