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Originally Posted by Emzily Solomon CHORTLED as Sage started shouting out at Peeves. To be compared to such a mischievous beast was most definitely an achievement, although levitating some books seemed like a BOREFEST, in hindsight. His laughter was soon quashed at her very sudden turn in his direction, wand in hand. Of course Sage would act with violence. HE SHOULD HAVE FORESEEN THAT. Solomon dove out of the way behind a nearby bookcase, not even thinking to use his own wand that was still in his hand. See, this is why he was a terrible wizard and was FAILING all of his classes. The ends of his hair seeming to be caught up in the icy blast (okay, maybe it wasn’t quite a blast), therefore freezing a few of them into a perfect curled shape. Looking absolutely ridiculous, mind.
He shot a look around because they would absolutely get into trouble for this, before appearing back into sight from the bookcase. He wasn’t mad, only a little amused, and he patted his robes down after the commotion. “Using magic within the library. Detention, right away.” He said to Sage, with some tut tuts afterwards.
The books that he had previously levitated had obviously fallen to the ground by now, so Solomon casually strolled towards her to pick them up for her. Forever the gentleman, of course. “You should be more careful.” He told her as he placed them down, a smile creeping upon his lips, one he was sure that Sage would see right through. Solomon insert some insufferably middle name here Duck! If she were a basilisk you would be BEYOND dead right now. So beyond dead, in fact, that your soul would not have even had the opportunity to decide if it wanted to haunt her or not. Gone. Dead. Ceased to exist.
Which would also be terribly inconvenient but that was not being addressed at the moment.
She almost had to do a double take to make sure he hadn't been sporting some prefect badge she hadn't noticed before - but, who was she kidding, this was Solomon - and her eyes only narrowed further to double down on her dagger eyes. Naturally, she was unwilling to admit to the sparks being an accident (and at least they had done SOMETHING instead of compounding the humiliation) and had her brain working double time to remove herself from the mercy of Solomon's cocky gaze.
"Oh? Are yooooooooooou going to punish me? How exciting," she asked with exaggerated fluttering eyelashes. It was a weak counter to his obviously upper hand, but DID sometimes have favorable outcomes when she leaned into...flirtation. Or her version of it. She couldn't quite bring herself to add on to anything more and snatched up some of the books he had abused. "And you should...well...you should...ugh...you should...just shut up."
Great, she had completely flustered herself now. How was it that he had actually managed to get her the upper hand.
"...OR you can make yourself actually useful and help me search these books for the different uses of different small animal spleens in potion making."
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