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The fourth-year stood, confusion written all over her face. She was missing something here with this boy. Why was he very frightened? Terrified, even! She blinked and opened her mouth to say something. But couldn't think of anything to say. Everything she said or did frightened him more.
What did he say? Oh he did't like them. "That's cool, my best friend doesn't like them either," She told the kid with a shrug. Good boy, he said? Not a weirdo. Can she laugh? Or will that make him feel bad.
Not being able to hold it back, Cassia grins down at the kid, "Worry not, kid," She starts. "I don't really do anything to people who don't share my opinions on candy," Did he think she would? This boy must have had a tough life in the castle.
Leaning on the wall next to her and folding her arms, the blond gives the boy a long look before asking, "If you don't mind me asking, are you always afraid of older students?" Don't mine the bluntness. She's always like this.
Oh? She didn't? Forrest breathed as he was a little relieved. He kept being pathetic, and she kept being nice, VERY nice to him. Never laughing at him and all. Wow. So she really was nice. This revelation relaxed him visibly and he even offered her a small, sheepish smile.
"Not older students." Pause. He was kinda afraid of older students, but only kinda. They were mostly nice. Should he say that Slytherins frigtened him? Would she be offended? With these questions, he had forgotten about scratching, and his hands fell limp to his both sides.
"It's just... the fear of bullies... and stuff." The word
stuff was so vague and promised so much that he used it frequently with difficult situations. Hehe. He was definitely the most clever person for thinking that.