 Wowza!
Willow's forest green eyes blinked at the young, Aussie Boy's reply.
How ... self-centered and full of yourself could one get?
"You need mental help, kid. And soon." And that was all she was saying on the matter of Cyrus Andrus' obnoxiously large ego, for admittedly, if the sixth year was being honest with herself, if young Cyrus needed help for thinking so outrageously highly of himself, it was very clear that she, too, was in need to pay a visit to St. Mungo's for the same matter.
So, it was best to just move on and focus on the next person.
Which was Cameron Karsten, the boy swore statues were plotting against him and would come and poke him at any given second. And, also, the boy who was now hiding behind her, using her as a shiled that was no doubt to protect himself from Issy.
From Issy.
If he needed protection from anyone, it was from her -Willow, that is, of course- and not from her Midget-sized friend who had barely managed to use a beater's bat during that match against Slytherin!
Well, no one said Cameron Karsten was smart enough to see this. He was no Ravenclaw, after all. "Isabella Cortella is not crazy, and nor is she paranoid or any of those words that you've used to describe her," Called Willow sternly, stepping aside and raising her perfectly shaped dark eyebrows at the twelve year old. "Do apologize now, for you are being quite rude to my friend." Also, it was best if he placed himself a safe distance away from her, for Cameron Karsten not only had the tendency to invade her massive personal space bubble, but of also scaring the cruppies out of her.
Admittedly, Willow was afraid that he would have some kind of attack and bite their heads off, and she did not fancy to die in such a hideous way, especially if it was in the hands of a pre-pubescent and delusional Slytherin boy.
And who was this Melissa person they were talking about? Never mind. "I know it isn't, I was just on my way to the prefects' bathrooms," Clarified Willow, not taking her green eyes from the two trouble makers that were clearly Issy's companions. Which, of course, had Willow wondering if her friend was beginning to lose her mind, for surely no one in their right senses would agree to take a stroll around the castle with these two. "And what do you mean that the werewolf was attacking? As in ... wanting to eat people?"
No matter how utterly tragic it was that the Werewolf had decided to stop being nice and have everyone for supper, Willow could not help but to feel a little smug with herself - she'd always known that would end up happening. But people just refused to listen to her.
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