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Jesus Rodriguez 
Jesús raised an eyebrow at that, but relaxed his face soon after. "You're right, don't stop." He meant it, too. "I like difficult things," he said absently, not realizing the implication of his statement. Something of an irritating habit of his, Jesús watched Valerie, curious to see where her head was at. She seemed off (though, if he could be honest with himself, he definitely was off too.) Maybe the competition was affecting them more than they realized. Or, maybe it was the environment at Hogwarts. It was much different than Ilvermorny; Jesús still couldn't feel comfortable, even in that ridiculous Beetle.
He didn't turn to see where she'd thrown the stick (he assumed it was directed at someone unsuspecting,) and, if his hypothesis was correct, Valerie had probably sent the dog over to pester him. Or worse. "Why do I get the feeling that you're upset with me?" Which, if he was recalling correctly, she shouldn't be since he hadn't done anything to her. And, for reasons he could not (and would not even if he could) explain, Jesús grinned. "You don't need to send a dog to get my attention, you know." He meant to say more, but he realized he was saying too much and didn't need to expose himself any further than he already did.
Without asking for permission, Jesús sat down next to her, not caring that he was invading her personal space (because what personal space.)
Come again?
The Wampus was noticeably taken aback by his words and was helpless to the jerk reaction of her eyes widening like some annoying doe eyed school girl. She was anything but doe eyed,
especially when it came to everything encompassing one Jesus Rodriguez. His words were more often than not (even more so since arriving here at Hogwarts) an insufferable chemical reaction that left her cheeks with an uncomfortable rosy hue. Each time served as a reminder to something he had said upon their arrival after that embarrassing display of looking like a bunch of clowns coming out of the Beetle. Words that she had easily ignored then (and continued to do so now if anyone were to ask) but somehow clung to the corners of her mind.
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......you would," she countered while narrowing her eyes slightly at him.
She tried to look around him to see where the dog had gone (along with the want to have something other to look at other than what was surely his smug features) but his next set of words drew her back in. "
I am usually annoyed with you for one reason or another," she calmly reminded him without giving him the satisfaction of a glance in his direction. Her transfigured dog had seemed to have entirely abandoned the stick and was now chasing after a butterfly, which was disappointing.
Her wand out, she had it pointed at the false creature with every intention of reverting it to its rocky state when he had to go and cause yet another involuntary reaction. Her head snapped round and upwards to meet his gaze while her wand remained pointed at the now unoccupied space the labrador had abandoned in its pursuit of the butterfly. What was worse was that before she could even offer a rebuttal (let alone think of one) he had invited himself to sit down
right next to her and then suddenly any need for Heating Charms was nonexistent. Ugh.