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Richard kept glaring at the house elf wondering how much time he would be wasting with it if he tried to kick it out of the common room. But on the other hand, he did not think the creature did worth his time for doing that. Seriously? He had already been having difficulty with his songs because of lack of inspiration in this school now a filthy creature had to come and ruin his mood with its filthy presence. This was a huge castle, was not it? Did not the creature have other places to clean up or to remain its unnecessary presence?
If looks could kill, the house elf had long been dead by now by the Slytherin boy's glare. He stopped the glaring only when he heard some whisper, apparently adressed to him. His gray eyes fixed on the girl instead and he eyed her in silence for a moment before snorting a bit. So, the creature was a she. ''Her presence annoys me.'' he said to the girl not bothering to lower his voice like she had done. ''I am trying to do something here. My music. My art. And the ugly presence of an ugly creature does not help with it.''
Did she understand that? He eyed her a bit more as she sat down close to him. Hmm...maybe the young witch wanted to listen to his music. ''It's called figurative speech.'' he explained sitting a bit straight to get a better hold on his guitar. ''To be left in dark might lead to a variety of meaning when used in different way. But it means being depressed in my song.''
The boy can really stare. Was Cassia's first impression as she saw the boy looking at the house-elf without feeling bored. Cassia admired that as she couldn't stare at something for a couple of seconds without feeling super bored. She made a mental note of asking him how he manages to do this. Because now wasn't the time for that.
Ugly creature? Cassia glanced at Tinka,"
She's not ugly. Not so pretty but she is like any house-elf." Cassia shrugged. She was getting convinced more and more that older students weren't so nice. Will she turn like that when she gets older? She hoped not. Because she wouldn't like herself much then and she liked liking herself…..and yeah it made perfect sense in the twelve-years old head.
"You know if it's about your art you could just turn your back to her," She offered trying to be helpful which was a very rare occasion. She rose to her feet and stood before the boy," I
f you looked that way you won't be able to spot her when she's cleaning because she's in this way." Cassia explained flailing with her arms and making sure not to take the boy's eye off! Which he should appreciate.
Cassia plopped back on the floor hugging her knees to her chest and setting her chin on her knee as she listened to the boy's explanation . Well, she understood a bit. That the boy was depressed, or was it the song that was depressed? Why would a song be depressed, actually the question was HOW would a song be depressed? The second-year paused formulating words in her head which also was rare because she usually blurts out whatever she is thinking of. "
So I get that there's someone or something depressed." Yup she understands sometimes.
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Anything I can do to make this someone or something not depressed? Chocolate maybe?" She happens to have a huge storage in her trunk under her bed in the dormitory. "
Oh and I'm Cassia by the way." She added remembering that might as well she introduces herself along with offering chocolate, no?