Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah

On any rational person, a calm, honest remark would've been read and reacted to as such. On Cutty Mordaunt Tora's logical response pushed terrible buttons within the boy. What manner of reverse psychology witchcraft was this?! She was at least doing a good job of hiding the suffering of having just been called old and ugly as invariably every witch Cutty had met thus far had been more than a little concerned about her looks. Or maybe that's what she wanted. As a bully that WOULD be considered an asset.

From his reclined position on his lounge chair, Cutty could feel his expression change to a burgeoning frown and side-glance towards Tora. He allowed his book to flop spine-down against his lap all drama-Slyth-like. Who said he wasn't reading fiction? Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard, which he had picked for the title, might just as well have been though Cutty had found use of in it's utterly hopeless passive aggression.

She had been right, of course. He wasn't anywhere near where he wanted to be with his magical education by now. He was impatient for perfection. But this, he gathered was merely a case of a 50/50 chance of getting it wrong. Fiction or non-fiction. Tora Gallaway was not observant enough for that. Not from what he'd seen. He wanted to ask her what sort of potions she needed to take for her particular type of mental disorder and had she forgotten to take them that day, but that might start a conversation with this wildebeast and he would just as soon not. So what he said was, "Yerokay." Which was as good as Shut up.