"You're very persistent, I must hand it to you, but persist too much and you'll just look desperate. It won't be a great look, I can assure you." Right in the middle of her meal, too, she had to stop, finish her mouth full and speak. This guy was not taking no for an answer... "I don't trust you to have my back if I was to be caught. You don't seem that loyal, if I'm being quite frank."
And it kept getting worse. He branded the 'bully' title, what a pain. This conversation was going nowhere, so, to avoid slamming the brakes at a dead end, she simply rolled her eyes, turned back to her plate and began to eat, even while Elias' friend was speaking to her, she simply ignored it. When she needed a wand, broom, telescope, potions book, all the supplies she lost, there were better things to focus on.
Until the light from the floating candles above were outcasted. Muriel looked up to the boy, and immediately casted a spell. Perhaps she didn't know many, and her family didn't teach her any, but observing other witches and wizards made her learn a thing or two. "Ventus!" She chirped, and a gust of wind shot out from the tip of her wand and straight where it was pointed, which, was at the boy looming over her and speaking in an eerie low tone. Creepy...
Well, he did finally leave, but that interaction was enough to absolutely kill her mood. The girl threw her robe back on, and jogged out of the Great Hall and straight towards the Hufflepuff common room. What a pain... Once inside, knocking the pattern she was told to use by professor Matilda Weasley, she rushed to her room, threw on something comfortable to wear and immediately sat down in her bed, luckily unaccompanied by here roommates. Clay, her owl, was perched eight beside her. "Who does he think he is? I'm no fool! The nerve on that boy to speak to me like that! Oh it's infuriating!"
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