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mellamaet "I knew that." She insisted with a roll of her eyes as she stuck her tongue out petulantly. For some reason, she felt like the situation was oddly familiar, as if it was some weird case of Déjà vu...except, she realized that it really did happen. Different words, different location, but same outcome. She really had to work on her comebacks better. She couldn't have one liner replies all the time. "You're lucky I can't think straight at the moment." She said with a chuckle as she shook her head, still a bit disappointed at the absence of a witty remark.
The blonde then started fiddling with the hem of her skirt, as if ashamed to meet his eyes at the confession of such a pathetic fear. "I guess so." She murmured as if trying to convince herself. Then she glared at him when he started holding back laughter "There is nothing funny about snails." She said, her face grim. "They are absolutely gross and are...are..terrible!" She cried out, as she shivered, remembering how she woke up covered from chest up with snails when she was 10. Damn Ed and his stupid pranks. "It took hours to get all that snail goo out of my skin, and even longer to wash it out of my pajamas..." She recalled. Then, noticing the look on his face, she decided that he needed some sort of explanation. So, she took a deep breath and began telling her story "When I was kid, I had a friend named Ed Enticiler. Ed and I hated each other's guts and so we would always prank one another. Now one time, he slept over at my house along with another friend of ours, Heather. That night, he placed possibly hundreds of snails on me while I was asleep, and so when I woke up, I was covered with the slimy little creatures...needless to say, I've never liked them since."
"Spoken like a true Gryffindor." She joked as he started talking about facing your fears and all that. Something about the way he said it reminded her of another old movie, one that Lyra was so particularly fond of, Princess whatever it was. Maybe he knew what it was too? Who knows.
Aren't like her's? Oh. Oh yeah. It was pretty stupid of her to start talking about fears..."I know." She said quietly as she bit her lip, obviously troubled. She didn't want Christopher's thought steering towards that again, the guy had enough problems as it is.."Sorry"
When he offered that she try out speaking French, she blushed a deep red and shook her head vigorously and stammered out "M-Me? Speak..French?" She repeated absolutely flabbergasted. "I would look totally silly." She said with a small frown "I don't think I could." She insisted, especially if Christopher was fluent in it. She didn't want to look stupid in front of him. "Make me do anything else, just not that." She offered as she chuckled nervously, hoping that he would take her up on her suggestion.
Christopher playfully shook his head at her.
"Tisk, tisk, Cassandra. That's twice you've failed to come up with a witty come back! And I thought you were a Slytherin!" She'd been rather out of it when they where together quite often. He'd be speaking and notice that she was staring at him, as if pretending to listen, but really she seemed lost in her own head. Perhaps that showed how comfortable she was with him? They did have their comfortable silences and were able to think freely around each other. Maybe she just had a lot on her mind with OWLs coming up- Merlin knows he did.
Christopher laughed aloud at her reaction, trying not to be too noisy as they were still in the library. They way she cried out about how gross snails were made him think of a little kid. It was too cute. He continued to smile through her story, not because he was making fun of her, but it simply wouldn't wipe off. He was having to much of a silly time, and couldn't being himself to be too serious.
"Friends that hated each other's guts? What an interesting relationship," he mused. Once she finished, he concluded with,
"Ah, a backstory. Well I've learned that snails are disgusting, and Ed is a git. And I vow to never tease you about snails as long as we both shall live."
Giving a bow, Christopher said in the most proper accent he could muster,
"Why thank you, my dear." He sounded more silly than proper, but it would have to do for now. Perhaps he could work on his fake accents while he studied. Multitasking for the win!
Shaking his head, the lion brushed it off.
"No, don't apologize... it's fine, really." He hated that Cass always felt so guilty about bringing things like that up. Yeah, sometimes they were uncomfortable at first, but he felt like he could trust her with anything. Plus it wasn't like any of this was her fault.
"Aw, I was hoping for quite a good show!" he pretended to sound disappointed.
Anything, else, huh? A mischievous look flickered across his face, and Christopher smirked.
"Anything? Well, if you won't speak French, then..... walk around in a handstand, singing the school song!" Yes, that sounded ridiculous and insane enough for his taste.