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@serpnsortia 
                           [and it should have been obvious,  for his distaste was written on his poor,  soft features.  twisted into that of judgment,  maybe disgust?]    not particularly.  what did the poor girl do to deserve that anyways?  

@herbologie    whats the face?  was it not to your liking,  longbottom? 

bloody hell,

@serpnsortia ⁀  ྄ᤲ᤺
            
               it is my family trait. i can’t help it. . . you look like a damp towel, yeesh. 

@beartricks     must you be so bloody nosy?   

[   the witch could feel a pair of eyes on her as she finished up, setting the mortar and pestle down. just as the slytherin looked away, brown doe eyes caught a look at her. the change of her tone felt validating, allowing a small smile to make an appearance  ]   you’re not wrong.  [  she comments, her tone soft and quiet as her eyes align with the referenced person. nat reaches over to the sopophorous bean she had crushed earlier and squeezes its contents into the cauldron.  ]   i’m sure his intentions are good.  sometimes others are oblivious, y’know. especially boys. 

( @bludtraitor )

*   for a moment,  the slytherin prefect’s gaze lingers on natalia,  a flicker of something— regret,  perhaps— barely surfacing before it’s snatched away by the sharp tilt of her chin.   instead,  she offers the slightest of smiles: practiced,  deliberate,  and just soft enough to feel like a gift.   *
            perfect,  indeed.  well.  that’s a relief.   *  her tone is breezy,  but there’s an unspoken apology buried beneath it.  she leans back slightly,  hands brushing the edge of the table as though dismissing any previous tension.  *   we wouldnt want another catastrophe added to the list today,  would we?  merlin knows some people—   *  a pointed glance at a nearby gryffindor,  likely still fumbling with their potion  *   … seem intent on ruining the curve for the rest of us.

@blaesus    hm.   *  she tilted her head slightly,  feigning thoughtfulness.  *    … should we toss them some breadcrumbs? 

( despite having his eyes averted for most of his sheepishness, he still noticed the way she changed her demeanor just slightly. the hufflepuff hesitated, as if deciding whether or not to trust if she was truly being genuine in her changes, before ultimately deciding that, yes, she was. he let his shoulders relax slightly, shaking his head. )
            
            i /know/. it probably isn’t what you were hoping for, hm? like i told you — i’m an open book. pretty much the easiest thing you’d ever read. most of the actions i’m not proud of could be considered.. minor, to others. ( he muttered, shaking his head with a look of something that held an obvious hint of his sheepishness. )
            
            do people truly deserve to fail if they won’t accept help, though? maybe they haven’t accepted help before, and accepting help over the assignment wasn’t going to be their start. but then again.. ( he sighed deeply. ) still. i haven’t really done something like that since.
            
            ( he ran a hand over his face, slumping in his chair with a small huff. he never really confessed things to anyone, or talked about himself. this was all.. different. )
            
            curiosity.. i suppose i cannot blame you for that. everyone is curious — some more than others. ( he looked away. ) ah, it wouldn’t really matter to me if you did. you’d find little to nothing of interest to you about me, i can probably guarantee it.

@lostgoblets   *  her predatory grin faltered,  softening as she caught the way he ducked his head and shifted uncomfortably.  the tension in his shoulders,  the way he rubbed his neck like he was trying to disappear—it was all so  / endearingly honest /  that it made her pause.  she leaned back slightly,  letting her arms rest on the table instead of looming forward,  her sharp edges smoothing into something gentler,  though still unmistakably pansy.  *  
            
            oh, diggory dearest.   *  she said,  her tone lighter now,  almost teasing but without the same bite.  *   giving someone the wrong answers on an assignment?  that’s the big,  dark secret you've been sitting on?
            *  she tilted her head,  her lips quirking into something more amused than predatory.  for all her probing,  she hadn’t expected  /that/.  but as she watched him,  something tugged at her—something she wasn’t quite used to.  was it guilt?  maybe.  *
            
            relax,  *  she added,  her voice softening further,  almost coaxing.  *   i’m not going to tell anyone.  merlin,  i might have thought less of you if you hadn’t done it.  if they were too thick to listen to your help,  they deserved to fail.
            
            *  she allowed a brief pause,  watching him carefully,  before leaning forward again,  her elbows resting lightly on the table and her voice taking on a conspiratorial edge.  *
            
            i pry because i’m curious,  not because i want to make you squirm.   well—   *  she smirked faintly,  shrugging one shoulder.  *   maybe a little of that.   but,  really,  don’t let me push too hard.  i’ve been told i can get a bit... overzealous.

( he shuffled backward just a bit, swallowing thickly. he ducked his head, digging his nails into the palms of his hands to ground himself. merlin, this felt.. awkward. ugh. he didn’t look directly at her, rubbing the nape of his neck, as if he were almost trying to /not/ draw attention to himself. )
            
            maybe i am just that “boring.” i don’t really have that much to say- truly, i stand by what i said. i don’t really hide many things. you- you don’t /have/ to return the favor for me. it honestly doesn’t matter to me.
            
            ( he grimaced, rubbing his temple instead. this felt like some sort of interrogation, at this point. he did not like it one bit. not at all. )
            
            uh.. fine, if you really want to know something, i, uh, gave someone the wrong answers for an assignment. they wanted to copy me instead of allowing me to try and teach them so they’d actually learn something, and they failed the assignment.
            
            ( he felt himself shrink, eyes staring at the ground instead. ) this just feels like you’re trying to pry. which is working, i suppose.. but- don’t tell anyone. i don’t want people to think that i’d purposefully make them fail! it was only one time.

@serpnsortia 
                          by default then?    [her antics would do nothing short of amusing him as well.  pansy has always had a way with words,  after all.  well,  the entire entourage did.  but smara digresses,]    yeah?  well,  you're certainly not wrong.  he practically forgot we were in the same house and class this year,  which makes me feel like i’m an easy face to forget.

@botanies   oh,  im well aware.  you just happen to be my favorite — and only— company at the moment.  * a sweet smile on her face,  all her troubles seemed to float out the large, marbled window behind her friend as she helped herself to the seat near him.  he truly amused her.  she’s hardly a fool,  everything she spoke of she knew how to deal with anyway— the girl simply loved to just speak.  *    correct,  however.  draco has a stick up his arse in every universe,  love.

@serpnsortia 
                          [while he listened,  there would be a lot that ended up spewed from the girl’s lips.  and yet,  not much that which he could understand or relate to.  a light grimace plays on olive features,  a hand going to his lips as he thought carefully of his next response.]    poised enough?  maybe not,  although it could certainly make a bold statement.
                           i’m not really good with the whole high status shit.  never has been my expertise,  or cup of tea.    [a shrug,  smara was probably (definitely) not helping pansy in any sort of way.  but that’s alright.]    feels like all of you have to act a certain way,  which seems pretty old school.  maybe that’s why draco has such a stick up his ass.

@sIytherinheir  remind me to send him an owl,  darling— im dying to know where he went wrong !

my dad taught me manners if you must know, pansy. 

@sIytherinheir    why,  who taught  / you / manners?   im curious,  really.