doesn't proofread tweets | #wrongaboutcereal | #siriusly? | emo to the extremo Yes, yes she was a crier. Coincidentally, being a crier was the literal reason why she was in this mess to begin with. Not this mess being the strange bean-toast, student-Professor staring-standoff. This mess being whatever was possessing Karlin and Eloise to ensue hell upon Nina Castillo's perfectly constructed (and perfectly crumbling) life. But in a matter of moments, the bean-toast had been forgotten on the plate, and Nina's lips were trembling EVEN MORE because Professor Fuller-Thompson was using his actual Head of House voice now.
Despite the fact that his words were literally useless (in her humble opinion, anyway), she nodded. Anyway, she was only half listening at this point as her problem had nothing to do with the sorting, nor the house, itself. Tears threatened to leave her eyes. Until he said THAT. That thing he said with the voice that meant he knew what was actually going on. The one that meant he would pretend as if he didn't know what was going on, when he really did.
It was the perfect opportunity to voice her concerns. Which meant that Nina Castillo would not voice her concerns. "No," she replied quickly, shaking her head as if to be more convincing. The whole situation had sobered her up very quickly. She had gone from the literal almost mass exodus of tears to completely and tragically fINE within the matter of mere seconds. Not because the tears had been fake (they were real), but because her vulnerability was quite selective.
After a moment of silence, where she took the time to fully digest his words, she nodded. "Thank you, Professor." Honestly at the end of all this, she ultimately felt defeated. Her plan had failed, despite how well she had thought it out. And that was the worst feeling of all. Never mind the whole Eloise thing. Nina Castillo didn't get her way. "We can move on," because there wasn't anything else she could possibly use to get out of this. She had already run all the options through her head.
He could get back to his gross bean-toast now.
It was still incredibly unappealing. For the record.
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