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Sophie felt like the conversation had taken a turn she hadn't exactly foreseen. Trying to outsmart a Ravenclaw by providing more information about ant's wasn't like her. Shaking her head she tried to change the topic of conversation slightly "If you don't like ant's then what kind of creatures do you like?"
The Ravenclaw gave an outline on what humans could do which ant's could not like build empires, battle with wands and make intelligent desicions for the world's future. Getting a feeling the lioness asked "Is that what you dream to do in life build an empire?" Or maybe that was a Slytherin's ambition? Shrugging Sophie wondered if providing her year had been a wrong idea. It seemed to only make the Ravenclaw girl grip her wand tighter. "I only supplied my year since i assumed you already guessed that I was older then you are."Erm, okay did that make sense? She and her logic.
Turning to the Ravenclaw that looked almost to be throwing up Sophie asked worriedly "Are you all right?" somehow she doubted that the fourth year would take her caring for her wellbeing as just that friendly caring. With her hand over her nose she tried not to breath too much.
So; either this girl had NO natural instincts that let her know that SHE, Di Marco, was annoyed - or she just really liked bugging people. Was that a Gryffindor thing too?
"What does it matter what animals I like? And, just because I said HUMANS could do it I didn't mean I wanted to," she said, once again inexplicably and uncontrollably and angry with this girl. Well, not it wasn't COMPLETELY inexplicable this time.
The future was somewhat of a mystery for the fourth year. She had no idea what she wanted to do, except that she knew she wanted a lot of money. Like her Father. LOADS AND LOADS of cash. But for that, she either needed to be insanely lucky or just very very good. Both of which didn't really sound like something that might be in store for her. When had she ever been lucky in her life? AND, she was good at everything but not good ENOUGH.
It was maddening.
"What? No, I'm fine," she waved the silly question aside as he gestured to the bubble around her head. Was this prefect blind, too? Honestly. And WHAT? That didn't even make any sense.
"Okay, you're SERIOUSLY strange. Who in the world decided to make you prefect?" she demanded, staring at the older girl. On top of all, she just LET those two girls drop the dungbombs and swamp thing.
SERIOUSLY.