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His internal monologue regarding being compared to a Gryffindor would only serve to aggravate her further because he was entirely missing the point, Solomon. Huffing and puffing, but not blowing any houses down, Sage folded her arms so aggressively across her chest that she nearly knocked wind out of herself which only served to fuel her agitation. No boy was worth the aggregation and yet all this was getting horrendously under her skin. The absolute audacity of the Y chromosome. "You would," Sage mumbled as she slouched in her seat and her dolled up face almost sunk entirely between her shoulders.
Not his fault. None of it. But he was just going to have to serve as her emotional punching bag for a bit.
"See?!" she chirped, her entire body shooting up so suddenly it was a wonder she did not knock the table over while both arms thrust themselves forwards in his direction. "See? Was that SO hard to give the most baseline of compliments? Why is it that the rest of you all seem completely inept?!" Yes, she was still lumping and shoving all her male peers into one box. Her feathers ruffled like an offended hippogriff, almost an understatement considering the color to her features, the Slytherin did not entirely clock the obvious discomfort her confident and current scapegoat was displaying and moved to take yet another heated chug of her eggnog when Solomon almost broke the curse impacting her mood by reaching forward and bringing attention to the fact that she was visibly making a fool of herself thanks to her beverage.
It was like dosing a raging fire with a bit of water...or perhaps a good bucket full of sand...and her temperature lowered a fair bit while her eyes crossed and lips puckered ever so slightly to help him brush the foam off - NOT TO KISS HIS FINGERS .
"Yeah...well...that's because I am," Sage grumbled and rubbed her nose in attempt to hide the blush that was rapidly creeping across her cheeks, though with a bit less spice to her tone this time and almost tiptoed around sad. "It's emotionally taxing and energy squandering to have your expectations Bombarda'd over and over again." There was a hint of a smile when he offered to impart a word or two with the scoundrels responsible for her loss of faith in humanity. "No...it's fine. I mean, it's not fine but they aren't worth your energy or mine and I'd much rather you utilize that desire to protect me and whatever other sentiments you might have in a more direct way...like...what you are doing right now. Just...listening. I mean, granted, the bar is literally on the floor right now so it is not very hard," she shrugged while looking away because suddenly eye contact was just way too much and she almost felt...desperate. What was THAT about? "...suppose I just needed to unload all..." And she paused to wave her hand rather dismissively, as if swatting away some pesky pixies. "...so....yeah...thanks for...listening and...whatever..." And some more pixie swatting to round out her part of the conversation - and she was going to just bite her tongue from saying anything more revealing or embarrassing.
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