Abey's outburst earned a look from Junia...and a smile. He was adorable, did he know? She did, but she also knew he'd need to learn to control his excitement during class or he'd get talked to more by the professors, which would make him sad, which would make Junia irrationally upset at her educators, and THAT was a vicious cycle that needed to be stopped before it even started. So yes, a look that said 'careful' and back to the lesson.

Miss Junia? Wait, that was HER! The brunette perked up some when the blonde Gryffindor agreed with her take on the subject at hand and she found herself preening herself on giving an answer worthy of acknowledgement. It felt good. SHE did. Thank YOU, Miss Olivia.

More notes were taken, though the Slytherin wasn't entirely sure she'd be needing them in the future. This didn't sound like her cup of tea. Still, she was here and making an effort. Like, well, even though she had freckles and no moles to speak of, the fourteen year old made a show of checking herself out in the mirror. She DID pause once, just to put her fist under her chin and smile at her little cousin. Buck up, baby Botros. You're okay. He was.