@demagie ! oh that was just the start of it. [to the average, passing eye, stephanie was the spitting image of, what could only be described as, unbothered. but the blonde sitting across from her was no distant acquaintance who could only guess how the mechanism of the gryffindor’s mind worked. no, she knew that ana would noticed her rigid movements as she reached to dip her quill into the ink, how her jaw ever so slightly clenched whenever she finished her sentences, and so on. though it was a dead giveaway that she was indeed pissed off, there was no need to verbalize such a thing.] the usual nonsense about my blood and purity. truthfully, i stopped listening about halfway through their little discourse.