Text Cut: Genie & a bit of Dylan
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Cassirin 
"Never said I was taking it out in flesh, Gert. Calm down." Considering Vivi was a little bit of a thing and her occasional penchant for violence an unknown factor... she wasn't sure why he'd assume she wanted payment in pain.
Being owed a favor was so much better. "But I'll check in with Selina if you're worried. For now... why don't you help the faker, because Hasty here needs assistance as well." And she was very put out with the kid with the box and the cat.
"If you feel like singing, I have to warn you... Hasty here doesn't have much patience for songsters." She indicated Abby, who had not enjoyed Addy's singing on the train. "Perhaps we can dance off into the sunset next time. Will you give me a hand getting Hasty to the carriages?"
"Of course you have pretty hair, you idiot," Vivi rolled her eyes playfully. They were awesome, if occasionally silly.
Vivi bounced to her feet and offered a hand up to the girl. Yes, she'd just made Hasty sit down, and now it was time to get up again. "Let's get to the carriages. Do you know the direction? This... Slytherin kid is going to help us."
Because he hadn't offered his name. She looked around Hasty and said, "I'm Genevieve, and this is Abby. Can you give us a hand?"
Before she could help Hasty to the carriages, she was TOLD OFF by the faker!puff. What? WHAT? First... it wasn't very often she got lip back, and it made Vivi twirl the end of her ponytail furiously and consider the myriad of ways to help the boy actually feel pain. Second, president's daughter?!?!?! How did he even KNOW that? She'd been so good about not telling a soul.
He was gone, though, and Vivi lowered her face and offered an arm to Hasty without comment.
"Thanks. You have pretty hair too." Oh, great. They were leaving. Abby took Genie's offered hand and jumped up.. which was a mistake because the sudden movement was making her head spin. She closed her eyes for a moment and waited for the spinning to stop. Maybe this injury was even worse that she thought. Siiigh.
"Lets go." Because she really didn't want to stay in this crowded nightmare longer than necessary. She eyed the boy who was going to help them get to the carriages.
"If you're going to sing, I'm sure we can find someone else to help us." Because she was not going to tolerate any more singing today.
Abby stared after the boy
. "What's he so upset about? He was the one who was wasting your time by faking his injury." And, President's daughter? Hm. That was going to have to wait for later though. Right now, Abby was more concerned about her health.