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Felixir 
"Uh huh." Light reading. Sure. Nem glanced at the spines again, and tilted their head momentarily as though in thought, and added, "I've found the early twentieth-century stuff very enlightening, myself."
It was true that Nem had not expected that sudden about-face in the kid's attitude, but bar a near imperceptible raise of the eyebrows, their was no change in their face or body language. Nem did not attempt to interrupt, only locked their eyes on his, silent, waiting.
They let the silent pause linger too, for several long moments after the books had been set down and the boy had his arms folded so petulantly across his chest. Really. All that was missing was a pout. Maybe a foot stomp. Even the quads had more class.
Twirling their wand - still, by the way, very much drawn - once around their fingers in an idle manner, Nem considered him. "Anything else?"
Quinn would not respond to his comment on early twentieth century literature—what he was reading was
his business, not Nemesis's. And, besides, reading about this stuff to try and get an idea of who these Alliance people were and what they wanted was
not something he wanted to publicize.
Quinn kept his eyes locked on Nem's, trying to beat him in this stare down. It... didn't exactly work out. It started with him reddening in the face, and then his knees started shaking, and then he started sweating a little, until he ultimately broke eye contact.
He gave a frustrated
"Hmph." at Nem's snarky comment and wand-twirling.
"Threatening a first year? How very mature of you," he shot back, picking up his books. Quinn paused for a second.
"You know what?" he said, an idea popping into his head. Quinn started climbing back up the steps towards the knocker.
"I think I'll just do my reading up here this morning. Lovely staircase, really. Good to get the brain juices flowing, don't you think?"