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What an absolutely horrendous stereotype of an ambitious Slytherin, Solomon. She may be harsh, but she had her morals and certain lines that not even she would cross - though having the knowledge of certain things crossed none of these. Blow a raspberry in her face, however, and something not quite unforgivable but still spicy would happen - like transfiguring his tongue into a slug, perhaps. "I shall take that as a compliment," she hummed.
Moving a few things around in her study spot, her lips curled into a smile of her own. "You're just full of compliments today, Solomon," she teased and, yes, was slightly charmed by his smile but perhaps a little less so than his unintentional words of affirmation. Elbows on the table and chin resting upon the backs of her hands, Sage observed him (and the mild glaze that came over his eyes as he skimmed her methodical research) and scrunched her nose a little as a thought crossed her mind. Was he....NAH. "I am aiming to brew a solution that when added to food or drink will eliminate lip smacking and chewing with one's mouth open," she summarized for him. "It is a horrid habit that when not performed due to POOR manners can be the result of narrow nasal passages and not being able to breathe thoroughly while chewing...according to some muggle medical research."
The sixth year took back her notebook and returned it to its designated spot on the table just adjacent to her capped inkwell and opened apothecary encyclopedia to continue her reading on different spleens. "You ought to get that sorted soon or else you are going to have to rush to finish it and it won't be your best work," she advised with a sharp glance in his direction through her eyelashes and was about to return to her own research so that SHE wouldn't be rushing to complete the assignment when his follow up question caused her arm flunch suddenly and her elbow knocked over her inkwell and it and its now dislodged lip tipped over and a black puddle spread forward across the table towards Solomon. Just as well because it WAS his fault it had happened! Sage quickly tried to compose herself after a tiny little spat of unpleasantries and began moving her things away from the black puddle. "I...think I did hear something or another about some Hogsmeade Village celebration," she replied calmly, though it was hard not to notice the sudden perk to her voice. "I wasn't entirely sure if I would go or not but...if you're going...and you're asking me to go with you...I suppose that means I will attend." It wasn't like she already had her costume put together and tucked it away in her closet or anything like that. Ahem.
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