With all the details for the plan apparently worked out the gang scatterd so they wouldn't look so suspicious. Catalina took Rose with her and also Polk, the Ravenclaw boy who had been accidentally eavesdropping. As soon as the three Ravenclaws passed through one of the arc that connected the yard with the empty corridor the blonde turned on her heels and faced the boy abruptly. "Look Polk, there is something big going on here... As you probably noticed our Prefect is missing and I found her badge near the owlery tower." She paused for a few second to look at Rose, wondering if they were doing the right thing "We belive a cursed book at the Staff Room has something to do with so... I want to know if you are with us, or against us... I am pretty sure having the Head Girl (Hecate) and a Prefect (Lauren) against you is not a good idea. So make your choice" the girl's gray eyes stared at the boy with great intensity as if she could see his soul.
"T-There is no need to leave... Just... Give me a second..." the brunette woman sighed heavily and walked behind a pink folding screen. In the blink of an eye the woman was now wearing a plain white dress, much more simple than the fancy dresses she usually wore in public.
The Professor brushed her hair a little bit with just her fingers and approached with her face still bright red.
"I'm so sorry you had to see like that... I didn't expect you would arrive so early..." She sighed slightly, her facial expressions showing she was ashamed what had just happened "But well, I seems I forgot to lock the door so it's my fault..." Nox walked past the twins and closed the door, this time making sure to lock it correctly.
"Well kids, I promised you tea and cookies if you stopped fighting right? Make yourselves comfortable" she pointed with her open palm towards a small circular table with enough space for four people. On the table there was a teapot and a yellow basket with cookies of all kinds and colors inside
Another one, literally dropping out of a tree. The investigation team was growing larger now, almost too large. If there was one thing Hecate knew it was that the more people knew a secret the bigger the chance that it wouldn't remain a secret for long. Then again ... she herself had told the Head of her house about it, asking for advice about Evie's letter. She had not told Professor P everything though, and this kid didn't know everything either, yet ...
She put it out of her mind for a moment and focused on Lauren instead, whom she realised she was still holding by the hand.
"As Head Girl and Prefect there are more places around Hogwarts we can be seen without too many questions," she agreed and then followed up on researching curses.
"I've been thinking and I'm fairly certain that whatever it was that landed him in the state we found him it wasn't something as simple as petrificus. I'm thinking it might be something that is either much much older, or from the New World. We should definitely look into that."
Then after the group had scattered just as casually as they had congregated she turned to Lauren and with a hint of a smile tugging the corners of her mouth she asked: "About not being alone for too long ... does that mean we're sharing a bed tonight as well?"
Polk had dropped down after bastet decided to scurry away , he'd have preferred to climb down but not even be can call it as graceful as a climb merely falling and holding yourself didn't count , or so he thought at least.
When they had addressed him as one of them he really didn't care , this wasn't the first time he walked in on a group doing something shady , after all he had plenty of runs with the school perverts who would pump into him even he explored near the girls: showers , forms or toilets.... Come to think of it he never saw the same pervert twice in the same place , maybe a ghost or something scared them , oh well not his problem.
And he snapped back to reality as this girl , a fellow exchange student , from Spain if he recalls it right , she had lead him to another spot or so it seems with one other of the group and she looked tense? Or maybe tired ?.
He wasn't sure usually girls stare through not at him so this is a new occurrence .
He tilted his head slightly and nearly squinted at her tone , was she .. threatening him over this secret of there's , now that's a bold move.
"Miss , Catalina was it?" He nearly goes back into thinking mode , he always had a hard time with names but her not correcting him meant he got it right on the first time a good sign his memory is still good.
"Our is a big term , I did not know her and I did not care to , I will not go out of my way for her" he tried to keep his breathing even and at ease but perhaps his tone had reflected some of it.
The pain and the hate , against her , she who beat him mercilessly again and again every time they faced till he no longer cared to go into DADA even if his combat skills were going to get rusty , just remembering that seemingly innocent smile she had while she humiliated him in every encounter they had almost made him ball his hands into a fist.
But he took a moment to breath and chase the bad memories away , with it his shoulders which he didn't realise tensed at the mention of the raven claw perfect ,had slightly eased up.
"As for your threats , I care not" his face was quite uncaring
"Book or no book I'm not one to be threatened , so could you rephrase that , it is true your Slytherin friends will be a tough fight" he gave a quick look at his surroundings to gage exit paths and if they're close enough to any commonly used routes in the folloage.
"They would be a very tough opponent but however" he adjusted his stance slightly giving his back to the closest thing resembling a wall while his hand edged closer to his wand.
"You I may be able to deal with , this is your first month here after all while I have been here longer , but please I'm ready to hear an apology along with a better explanation of why I should take time off my usual activities to help you and your friends".
How could he NOT CARE what happened to Rosier ?! To a Housemate nonetheless. Catalina couldn't help it, her Veela blood boiled at his words and for a brief moment she lost control of herself. This brief moment was enough for her body to act on its own, driven by the anger, and punched Polk straight in the nose with her right fist and making him step back against the wall.
The blonde was about to make this escalate even more and if it wasn't for Rose, the other Ravenclaw who was involved in the mystery, Catalina would have jumped on the boy and scratched his face like a Wampus cat or something.
"How can you not care! It was our Housemate you jerk!" she yelled furiously with tears about to fall from her eyes, while Rose held her from behind and pulled the blonde girl away from the boy.
It was a feeling Catalina found difficult to describe. She barely knew the former Prefect and yet she wanted to find out what happened, she already felt part of Ravenclaw and didn't want anything happening to any of them, even if she barely knew Rose and the others
Polk's words sure made her angry, she groned and struggled to free herself from the redhead, but the irish girl had some strength and had the advantage as was holding the uruguayan from behind.
MystiqueRose O'Rielly Mystique was watching and listening to the two of them argue but when her best friend and room mate lost her temper. She knew that she needed to step between them to halt or at least slow down the fight. SHe rarely gets very involved in other people's arguements however, even she could see Catalina was beyond upset and Polo was being uncaring towards his housemates, particularly towards Cat who was alive and towards their head prefect who was assumed dead at the moment. Mystique steps inbetween them and pushed their chests apart from each other.
"Pola, Catalina, is this fisticuffs going to do anyone of use any good? If anything, it will bring a wandering professorthis way. Cat settle down and Polo for a moment. Pola, you, like Catalina and even myself, are an exchange student. What if this jerk is aiming to get rid of us exchange students? I am sure that our head prefect is dead but what if she isn't? Have we found the body? Any one of us could be the next victim. Who knows if we will be murdered next or be tortured to tell what we know about who knows what? Then we could be murdered.
Now if we are calm, let's talk this out. Polo probably was after his cat not spying but he has no positive feelings towards non friends. Cat is working on a special project to stop these murders. Which might be anyone of us including the three of us next.
Your activities could be halted by another murder, one of your friends, Polo. How would you feel then? We must work together to solve this. Cat, no amount of fighting between us will solve the murder or help with the project and it might land us in detention or worse. Please let's talk this out first before we get all angry." Mystique spoke evenly and tried her best to reason with both of them even though she came down on Pola a bit hard.
Polk didn't react to the Spaniard girl yelling; what was it to him? After all, that one she claims to like so much did not take kindly to him.
The punch was unexpected; unfortunately for Polk, the fights with the prefect had dulled his senses a little. Usually it's the opposite, but when your body gets used to pain, you don't get a day in it. Luckily, it worked both ways since his pain receivers were dulled slightly; otherwise, that girl would be regretting it.
"OUR HOUSEMATE" He spits back already casting a healing spell almost by sheer reflex to fix his nose. He knew he couldn't go to the infirmary for it without a reason why it happened, and he'd be damned to say a girl did it again, not after he left DADA to avoid that.
"You haven't been here long enough to even know what she was like." He tried to keep his breathing under control but couldn't. "That one you call housemate, she might be yours, but she's not mine. Have you ever been beaten before? From the looks of it, I doubt it. Else why would your temper flare at nothing? I have again and again and again and again. Do you know what it's like to head to the infirmary enough times that you memorize the basic healing spell by sheer repetition?" You come here still not even fully settled in and think you know what life is like for a stranger. Did you even bother to ask anyone in DADA what she was like before you started swinging for her? Did you?" He balls his hand into a fist and turns around and strikes the wall behind him hard in anger, all in one motion, shaking dust from its surface.
"She is not my housemate." He turns back, anger in his eyes. "And if you say that one more time, I will consider you an enemy."
The moment Mystique starts talking, Polk turns his attention to her, and his anger slowly recedes. It was not good to misdirect anger even if she's a friend of this one who punched him for a stranger she never knew.
He starts nodding as his face goes back to the neutral expression it usually carries "dead , what are you talking about , we have a hundred healing spells in the school , more if you know where to look no one just dies here , how else do you think the dark forest is allowed on premise you can lose a limb and get it back in the same day"
He tilted his head slightly, friends ... Did he have friends? Sure, he has... No, that's a painting... What about him? He's... No, that's another painting.... Wait, wait, what about her? She's...a painting, too.... Wait, this guy says hi to me in class.... But I don't know his name... Do...do I even have friends here? Sure, I like them, and they talk to me...but most are paintings...the rest are...always too busy to talk. It's me who has to reach out most of the time, if not all the time. That's...normal, right?
Poll took a deep breath; it'd be better to deliberate on how bad his friendships are later; probably never is a good time. He sighed and returned his focus to the conversation.
"Well clarifications , exchange student yes but I'll not be murdered, unlike most here I actually took time to study breaking spells" that was how he found a path to physical strengthening spells forbidden as it is, though it's not like he had to look very hard ,it seemed nobody cared about their body strength here.
"I will halt my activities; it's not like there are too many places I haven't explored in the school; mostly the forbidden ones are out of my reach. I'm not trying that again anyways," he sighs, though seeing a professor talking to him in such a heated manner was kind of nice...even if he wasn't sure why.
"However, put your friend on a leash if she dares fight again. I assure you I will not back down because she's a girl... Not again," he said, the heat part almost whispering as he stared into the distance.
He then took a deep breath and stretched his back going back to his 184cm(6ft) height and pumped his chest as he rolled his shoulders and twisted his neck right and left , was it intentional or unconscious he himself didn't know but it wouldn't hurt , perhaps he was showing off , it's sad but this is the most amount of female attention he had gotten in months.
The paintings had told him many times to stop offering his help for free when someone asks and know his value or whatever.
He looked between the two girls one more time. "Cat, is it? Well, that was a good punch. It seems you've got some fighting blood in you. I will help with the investigation, sure, but 'you' owe me one. Whether you're here or the entire investigation will depend on what I need to do."
Ehh, maybe a bit too harsh; let's just go with the usual...maybe a handshake and a name too...yeah, let's go with that.
He then half-smiled and extended his hand. "The name is Polk. I carry heavy stuff; I can do some thinking and fighting, and I'll help."
Catalina had no idea Polk's relationship with Evelina had been so... Difficult. The blonde understood she had overreacted by punching the boy. If she had know better she wouldn't have attacked him like that, even so, not caring about what happened to her was a bit...
She took a deep breath, calming her down as her facial expression turned a bit less aggressive. "I'm...sorry... I just dont want the same happening to anyone else, no one knows for sure whether she is alive somewhere or dead " the blonde sobbed as she watched they boy extend his hand, she shook his hand firmly "Don't worry Polk, it's not like we are going to use you as pack animal"
Now free from Rose's grasp the blonde wiped off the tears from her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater. "Now if you two excuse me, I'm gonna refresh my face..." and so she walked away leaving Polk and Rose alone.
With the two classmates settled down, she was ready to go back to her room. She wanted to give Catalina time to 'refresh' her face. So quietly she spoke to Polk
"Polk, thanks for calming down. I will catch Catarina later. If you don't to do something, it's ok. But pleas don't go telling any of the adults of what we are trying to do. I would very much appreciate that. I suppose that I owe you one. Also, I didn't introduce myself, I am Mystique Rose O'Rielly and I am from one of the small islands by Ireland. I'm glad to meet you."
Mystique looks around as she scuffs the ground, wondering if Cat has had enough time to calm down or not. She seemed to be a bit calm when she left but Mystique was not a good reader of feelings.
When the group split off, he waited for a moment, so that they weren't walking all at once. He looked at Hecate and Lauren; he hoped they knew what they where doing. The group had gotten big and while he gave the two enough sensibility to keep things covered, he didn't know if things could be kept secret with so many different people in it.
After he had said a short good bye to the remaining members of the group, Aurelio made his way back to the Gryffindor dorm. He had to write his father about pursuing becoming an animagus, even though the distraction wasn't needed anymore. Once there, he grabbed his quill and parchement and sat down in front of the fire. Instead of reading, his mind wandered and Aurelio stared absent in the fire.
Polk looked at the remaining girl and nodded , his energy having finally left him.
What did that Spanish girl mean by not being a mual ... That's what everyone needs help from him for , carry this end that , that's the only thing he's ever been asked to do help around with stuff , sure he loves it , but sometimes he wants to be asked other things.
"Not a mule" he quietly whispered to himself while settling into his thoughts
Wait she was tearing up... Did he make her cry? ...oh well at least she took the hand shake many girls don't
"Miss mystique got it , well pleasure to meet you".
He debated offering her his hand as well before extending it again
"Having the favour of an Irish , I must be lucky" he hopped the joke wasn't too bad
Wait why is he joking...it must be the red hair and green eyes they are doing something to him... No Polk snap out of it.. Don't
He shook his head slightly "glad to meet you as well" he paused conflicted between saying something or stopping she kind of looked like a professor there for a second when she held her friend back ....
and he has been.... Having odd feelings about professor's lately... No no it must be the red hair and green.. Dang it no ...Polk this is the longest conversation you had with a girl this week don't ruin it.
"Nice weather we have today"
Really really that's the best you could that's the best you can do , well whatever once she leaves you can head back to your room or go workout or something
Poll gave an awkward smile waiting for the inevitable odd look and dismissal.
Mystique smiles at Polk and extends her hand to shake. He wasn't so bad but since she rarely talks to anyone besides Cat, she wasn't sure. But she did notice that he was too bad looking. Yet she promised herself to keep her studies in mind. She had Muggle Studies and she was wondering why she took that class in the first place. She was a Muggle born and knew what muggle items were. But perhaps she could help someone. She speaks quietly "I hope that some of my Irish Luck rubs off to you. I need to go and get ready for class tomorrow. And pay attention to my cat before she disappears- literally. I am sure that we will meet up again." Mystique lets Polk's hand go after the handshake and turns away to head to her dorm. She looks over her shoulder and says a parting phrase to Polk "Take care and I'll see you around."
Perfect, just another student getting into this investigation. They were surely calling for some professor to discover them, but there wasn't much they could do about it. Only be careful.
The group scattered soon enough, everyone going to do their own thing. They hadn't talked about when to meet at a later time, but for now they only had to wait till they are able to get the ingredients, and after that they would have some time to really research curses, magic, and all about the New World. So there wasn't much to do for now.
As the others walked away, she felt Hecate turning to look at her, and it was easy to see what she was thinking. Lauren was pretty sure that she was now able to know more or less what the black-haired girl was thinking. "Oh, I didn't really mean it like that" she started, teasing, starting to walk in the general direction for one of the gardens. "I mean, Catalina found Rosier's badge in the middle of the castle. But..." she sent a quick smile back, checking if the was following. "We cannot really be sure. Maybe it's better to play it safe and share. I'm sure your bed should be big enough for two, right?"
Finally getting outside to catch some warmth and light, Lauren sat on the grass, making a gesture for Hecate to sit with her. "So... what was that kiss in front of the new Gryffindor?" she asked, playfully needling the other girl for information. The hard conversation had already been done, but there was still so much to decide about how to proceed with it. The really fun part, at least for Lauren "I didn't think you'd do that to scare the Golden Retriever away, and I'm pretty sure it didn't work as you wanted"
Catalina headed to the girl's bathroom on the first floor, after washing her face she stared at her own reflection on the mirror, she couldn't believe how childish she had acted, punching a House? Really Catalina? She sighed heavily and after fixing her hair a bit she walked to the library, which was on the same floor.
At first she was afraid the spooky Madame Pince might say something, but the old woman ignored her completely. So the blonde could sit down with two small pieces of paper and started to write down the list of ingredients they would have to steal next friday...two days from now.
Once she had wrote down the list twice, one for Lauren and one for Rose, Cat used the time left to read "The History of Hogwarts" until it was almost dinner time.
When her stomach started growling Cat walked to the Great Hall, she took a peek inside and noticed Lauren was not there, so she waited by the door until the Slytherin prefect showed up. "Oh, there you are, here is the list of...what we need" she said with a chucke.
"The last one if the most difficult to get... It would be a miracle if the Prof... If "she" has any"
And after a the short exchange rate of words the blonde walked into the Great Hall to have dinner with her Ravenclaw housemates.
MystiqueRose O'Rielly Mystique walked quietly upstairs to her dorm room and sat down at her desk. She read the potions book until it was time to go downstairs for dinner. She checked her hair in the mirror and decided to take the braid out and let flow to ease her headache. She picked up Sweetums and hugged him, kissed the top of his head before she went down stairs.
She hurried along the stairs and corridors to the dining room where she went to her normal corner to eat. She got some chicken and bashed potatoes so she would have something to give to Sweetums after dinner. She kept a small bowl in her purse for this reason. As she was pulling some small bits of chicken for her cat, Catalina arrived and sat down beside her. Mystique smiles at Cat as she speaks "Hi, Catalina. Gonna take some chicken and potatoes to Sweetums for his dinner tonight. He loves them both."
Catalina took her sit, trying to look as normal as possible next to Rose, who commented about giving her cat some chicken and potatoes. "That's good, a healthy meal for a healthy cat. Good thing you are a responsible owner who will take care of the litter" she joked as she served herself some pork ribs and salad.
She finished serving herself the food when the doors of the Great Hall opened again. This time it was the Herbology Professor, Synphonia Nox, wearing a dark blue robe. The woman had a smile from ear to ear and looked... Radiant, for the lack of better word. Catalina had already acknowledged the Professor's beauty but right now it felt like a whole new level. In Uruguay people would have said she got dicked, but Catalina was too innocent to even think that.
The blonde followed the Professor with the eyes until she sat the the Staff's table where she immediately started chatting with the Care of Magical Creatures Professor, then she turned her head to see Rose.
"Do you think the Gryffindors managed to get some hair from her? Ah, that reminds me..." Catalina got her hand in he pocket and pulled out the list she had prepared for her Housemate, now folded so no one could see. "This is the... List... Make sure to memorize it by this Friday's potion class" @MystiqueRose
Mystque quietly too the note and place it in her pocket. Her mind came up with a simple question as she ate and she wondered if she should bring the question up or not. She kept eating for a couple bites before she asked hesitantly after she looked around to see who was close enough to overhear. She didn't notice anyone in particular seeming to be listening but she was going to be a bit vague just in case and hoped that Cat catches the drift.
"Cat. I hope that I can remember the ingredients on Friday. Is someone helping me to gather them?"
Mystique takes a bit of green beans as she glances about and hopes that her voice did not carry very far. She looks at Cat as she waits for some sort of an answer or acknowledgment .
"It was last night," Hecate replied even if it had felt a bit crowded despite the warmth and comfort of Lauren's body sleeping next to her.
It was just that she was not used to sharing her sleeping space with anyone other than perhaps Fae on rare occasions.
"But I also think we should somehow stay together during the day."
She was unsure how this would be solved during classes they didn't both attend though. Lauren probably had a few friends at Hogwarts she could hang out with but Hecate didn't, not really, not real friends. There was of course the weird Korean girl, Hye-Jin, but they were more like allies in weirdness than actual friends. Then again; it didn't have to be a friend per se to keep you company if the point of it was safety, just someone you could trust not to stab you in the back or leave you stranded in the Forbidden Forest after dark.
"Honestly Lauren, I don't know what that was. I mean I know we talked about non-exclusivity and all that but ... Yea, I was jealous of the way he looked at you alright. And maybe ... I dunno ... he only got more turned on by it ... boys are weird that way."
Holding Lauren's hand she then suggested they could go for a walk, maybe down to Hogsmeade for dinner rather than returning to The Great Hall.
"Maybe we could even call it a date perhaps?" @MooiEen
MystiqueRose O'Rielly Mystique quickly finished her food and knowing that she needed to remember the ingredients for the spell which she would write down in a special grimoire with the rest of the other Spells and Potions that she had collected over the years. It was not written in English but in Ancient Celtic which her grandmother spoke. She learned it from the time she was a baby. Her father was out on the sea frequently and her mother worked as a waitress in a nearby restaurant while grandma babysitted. It came to her naturally as English which her mother and father spoke. "I think that I am done eating and I do have some work to do so I am going up to the dorm room now. Also, Sweetums should be hungry by now." Mystique spoke softly as she stood up and gathered her books then left the dining room.
She hurried on to her room, careful enough not to bump into people. Once she got into her room , she fed Sweetums so she wouldn't be bothered. Next she got a book out of her briefcase and took out a grimoire to write in. She picked up her favorite quill and began to write
Eitiltí brasla
Mooncáin
Hor dhá-chorna i bpúdar
Gráiste snaidheadh
Luibh an t-ur
Craiceann boomslang scamhaithe
Soon as the ink dried, she put it in the briefcase and locked it. She then began remembering the list of ingredients.
"Oh, alright Rose. I will see you at the dorm" Catalina replied to Rose's comment and watched the redhead walk way towards the Ravenclaw Prefect. With the girl gone Catalina turned her head to the other side and looked at Polk.
"Hey huh... I just wanted to say sorry again... I was very... Childish, I can be very hot tempered sometimes, Mum says it's normal in the family..." She took a sip of pumpkin juice before she continued talking.
"Also..." her face suddenly showed a teasing smile, as if she knew something "I saw how you looked at Rose, she is very cute, isn't she?" She teased before taking another sip, her big gray eyes fixed on Polk to see his reaction.
She didn't know any of them well to tell if they were a good match, but sure it was fun to tease the boy.
Polk had been famished, so when he arrived at the great hall, he made sure to take his time piling up his plate with food that would do him well; he had worked out an appetite thanks to a second round of physical training that he did today. He had to; after all that, Spanish got the drop on him, and he...he nearly flinched. How can a man flinch from a girl? How can he flinch from a short girl? How can he go back to those days where he was beaten?No, his brain refused and so did he; he wouldnt let it happen again, even if he has to do a forbidden spell
it was on his second run that he spotted her, Mystique, and he was gobsmacked again like before; however, she left too soon for him to act
serves you right, you dunce. Why would you even try to act? What would she even see in a lousy body and unsharpened mind like yours? You got nothing; you are nothing. She was only kind to you out of pity. Don't think too deep into it. Don't.
But Polk hesitated, sure it might be just nothing, but...he has to try. Yeah, like the paintings said, just try and see what you can do, so he summoned up his courage along with his potpourri.
A big black—no, a giant black crow flew in almost as if it were roosting in the hall ceiling and landed on Polk's shoulder, tilting its head in a curious stare while those seated around Polk just looked at the large bird in confusion and slight bewilderment.
"Hey there, Mr. Craw, you see that girl?" Polk pointed out the retreating mystique. "I want you to go make sure she gets to her room safe."
Polk paused... That isn't enough... Or it can be creepy. What can he do? What can he do?
he quickly tore up some paper from a notebook he had been carrying and started writing
"Hi, this is Polk, and this one is a friend of mine, Mr. Craw. He isn't here to snoop; I just wanted to make sure you arrived to your room safely. This crow here can be a good way of discreet communication between us; that way the secret doesn't get revealed."
he then told his crow to fly while wearing a smug smile on his face and sitting down to eat his second serving, only for a thought to hit him
Wait...what if she thinks I'm stalking her or something? He looks back up but his crow is already gone and with it any chance to take things back
and so he goes back to eating
Only to be then hit by the Spaniard girl making her way to him while he was eating.
He squinted with mild confusion and wariness as one hand subtly reached out for his main wand while he felt in his hand his backup wand for an emergency fight. He had asked the paintings, and they told him how she made a very big fight of her first DADA lesson of the year; she punched him on their first meeting. Who knows what she would do now? Best to play it cool yet be prepared.
at her apology, Polk paused...this isn't how this should have played out; she should have started a fight; she should have lunged at him; maybe she could have used her connections to mock him with her friends; at best, she would have ignored him while making sure he got the message...that's how the aggressive ones did things around here, be they Slytherin, Gryffindor, or even the one in a blue moon angry Hufflepuff that he spotted...this..this was something else
he slowly withdrew his hand from his wand, at least the visible one and nodded. "no need to miss Catalina," he paused "it was" he sighed, "it was my fault for angering a top student like yourself. I apologize."
Yup, play to their ego; thats how he avoided the slytherin ire so far. She might have not been one but she might as well be treated like them with that temper, even if her fiery temper is better than the Slytherin slimy ways of politicking.
"what can i do for..."
he stopped at the mention of Miss Rose...no...he...he wasn't...surely he wasn't...Is this a rose of some sort, a way to rile him up perhaps? Does she really intend to fight him here in the great hall or is she testing the waters? What was between them had nothing to do with the redhead...unless his
Oh no, nonono no no no nooooooooooooo. He had not made his emotions known; he could not have. His face is stone cold. He learned to carve a quick smile when the need arises; otherwise, only intense emotions would get to his face...He...he didn't make it that obvious...did he?
he tilted his head slightly and looked at her confused. "I...don't think I understand, Miss Catalina. Could you explain?"
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