SPOILER!!: It's love, obvz
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pinecone Lysander's bare eyes narrowed ever so slightly as Lex informed him that she was actually three in age, rather than the five he suggested. What an annoying little person she was. He bit his sharp tongue, however, mentally filing her in the "nemesis" file of his brain as he waited impatiently for her to deem his transparent act as good enough. Luckily for him, it was only moments later that Lex returned his glasses to his outstretched palm, deeming his use of language redundant but accepting it due to his usage of please.
Once he felt the familiar weight of his glasses on his palm, his expression immediately transformed into a sour scowl. He quickly placed the large frames atop his cheekbones, letting out an involuntary sigh of relief as his world turned from that of vague blobs into the clarity he so desired. His green eyes, now exaggerated once more by the thick glass, narrowed viciously as the girl before him returned to sharp definition. Now that he had what he wanted... "You nasty, despicable, difficult, disgruntled little -- " his sharp words were cut off as he realized she still had his wand. Oh dear Merlin, he still had to stand here as she weighed his wand on her own sweet timeline. "GRUUUUURGH," the young man let out a visceral noise in frustration, pacing ever so slightly in front of the counter with impatience.
"Does every person's wand registration take this long, or is it just a special two hour service for me?" he wondered viciously, now clearly perturbed. It was clear that Lysander had very little patience, as he had only really been there for a few minutes at best.
Now wasn't
he just the king of compliments? Dude was on a roll for sure and Lex couldn't remove the obviously amused look that had fixed itself into her expression.
"You forgot: vindictive, horrid, rude, mean, devious, sickening and my personal favourite 'harsh'." Just so he knew because they were clearly on a game of describe the girl you don't know.
His personal opinion though and there was nothing she could do about that--except mess with him all the more and why not when he made it so easy?
Alexa leaned against the desk, getting into his space again while she waited for the machine to be through.
"Alright, you've got me." She put on her most serious expression she could conjure under the circumstances, ready to further get under her skin.
"Just something about you that draws me closer, you know? Absolutely drawn to you. Might. Be. The glasses." She leaned in even closer, flashing him a wide smile that held a hint of spite.
"I'm sure you're used to it by now. Mhm. Reckon I've got myself a big 'ole crush on you." She reached forward to poke lightly at his chest, emphasizing each word as she went on.
"I'm sure you fancy me too, what with all those brilliant compliments you've been dishing out. We'll be having lunch on some terrace in France before you know it."
Ah but there was the sound of the machine. Alexa tok her time in spinning to get it and extended it to him with her winning smile.
"Enjoy the orientation, Lysander." This one, had been good fun.