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Calliope stilled, her fingertip hovering just above the glass of the tank - the fish almost looking relieved as it swished this way and that - just long enough to betray that she’d heard him. For a moment she didn’t move - didn’t even blink - just let Maddox's words hang in the air between them like the bad omen he’d clearly assigned himself to be. She straightened and turned her head to look at him. Then, with deliberate slowness, she tapped the glass again...once...twice...maintaining unwavering eye contact. "Oh nooooooooooo," she deadpanned. "A fish ghost. However will I survive?" She turned back to the tank, watching the fish dart away from her touch. "Did your precious cards give you that tip?" she mused. "I don’t remember them warning me about that some ruddy school broom would try to full on murder me at tryouts. Guess your little deck of doom and gloom missed the actual catastrophe."
Calliope leaned back slightly in her chair, arms crossing as she eyed the fish in front of her with vague disinterest. It was small, twitchy, and - assuming Maddox's theory held any weight - potentially on the verge of becoming an aquatic poltergeist. Cool, sure, whatever. At Professor Carton’s question, she let the silence stretch just long enough to imply she wasn’t going to answer. Then, with a small sigh, she uncrossed her arms and propped her elbow on the table as one of her peers spoke up and mentioned the death of transfigured fish - something she was half sure wasn't even a real thing because magic like this couldn't actually create life, only mimic it - she paid attention and actually read the text, sometimes. "Oh noooo, more phantom fins," she murmured under her breath, giving Maddox's knee a knock with her own.
Calliope’s eyes drifted back to the fish bowl, but her mind was elsewhere. Specifically, on the deck of tarot cards undoubtedly lurking somewhere in Maddox’s bag. A smirk played on her lips as an idea formed. Transfigure Maddox's tarot cards into wriggling, flopping around uselessly fish. She tapped the fishbowl again, this time more thoughtfully, as if considering the logistics of latest fantasy before. "Hey, Maddox," she whispered, voice low enough that the professor wouldn’t, hopefully, overhear. "Ever think about what your tarot cards would look like as fish? Because I have."
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