[He didn't sigh this time, but Hubert certainly felt like it. But he follows after a beat, weaving around the sparse crowd to arrive at the indicated stall.]
[The hats enchanted to be able to stay on a cat's head get a flat, unimpressed look from Hubert before his feet stop of their own volition by the corner of the stall, and irritation washes over him on the heels of the feel of a very familiar enchantment.]
[Now, Hubert does sigh again.] Not these juvenile things again, [he grumbles, before casting his gaze up to the offensive little sprig of greenery.]
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[The hats enchanted to be able to stay on a cat's head get a flat, unimpressed look from Hubert before his feet stop of their own volition by the corner of the stall, and irritation washes over him on the heels of the feel of a very familiar enchantment.]
[Now, Hubert does sigh again.] Not these juvenile things again, [he grumbles, before casting his gaze up to the offensive little sprig of greenery.]