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"Hey Marisol! Want to join me and Beverly Wayne and be on the best team that ever this class shall see?" He asked the little first year wiggling his eyebrows a bit for...effect?
Oh, Cutty! The guy from the House table. He and Beverly were in Slytherin. Marisol's eyes rested on their familiar faces. She'd be on their team. It would be...interesting, as long as Cutty was there.
"Okay," Mari agreed willingly. She was intrigued by the eyebrow wiggling. This boy was quite a character. It probably wouldn't be great to be on his bad side, and Beverly was pleasant, for a Slytherin.
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Deezerz Right. It was just a stupid myth. She probably shouldn't have asked that. It is considered unlucky for someone to have witnessed another one's death... Beverly gulped and nodded. It WAS unlucky and...she was doing that thing again. She was numbing her feelings. It's gotten easier to do so.
Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she put on a brave face, as if none of this was affecting her, and turned her gaze toward Professor Fuller. Numb. Besides, there were winged horses and she HAD to learn stuff and...chill. Taking a deep breath she repeated the charm in her head. Fixate. Easy peasy.
"Fixate," she tried aloud. It was pretty simple, yeah? Being a perfectionist, the Slytherin tried it some more. "Fixate...Fix-ate...Fixate!"
Beverly was tempted to practice the wand movement when Professor Fuller spoke again. Were they going to get to pet the winged horses? RIDE THEM? It'd cheer her up a bunch. But why partners? She worked better alone. BAH.
Either way, she stood to follow the professors and glanced around--
Cutty Mordaunt said what?
Beverly was about to break out into her little speech of how she was no ones. She belonged to NO ONE. She was her own person and...well, it went on and on, but she was a clever girl. And it was Cutty.
Dusting her robes, she shrugged a shoulder. Of course, he wanted her. Ha! "Sure," she said coolly. Marisol too? Sure, why not? The girl was okay in Beverly's book so far. "Keep that up and you'll scare her away." She smirked. No. Don't wiggle those eyebrows, Cutty Mordaunt.
Beverly didn't seem that excited by Cutty. The first year took note of her peer's coolness factor. So far, so good. And Mari wasn't scared of anything!
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SlytherinSistah He ceased the gesture to snort then looked in the direction from where the comment had come. "She'd not afraid." He said as if he knew it. "Yer not afraid are you, Marisol?"
Marisol did a double take. She hadn't been processing the words right. Scared? Mari took deep offence. The eleven year-old might not be a Gryffindor, but she was just as brave as them. It sometimes went to the point where it was foolish.
"'Course not!" the Snake scoffed lightly.
"Do I need show?" Because she'd prove it if needed. Marisol folded her arms and tilted her head to the side.