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individual Evelyn, still polishing the broom handle, raised a brow at the reaction of the Ravenclaw prefect. It was just a little coupon. Why was she freaking out? "Professor? Is it normal to have mental breakdowns while learning about broom care?" she asked, still staring at the older girl on the ground.
Or maybe it was just the prefect job that was getting to her. Okay, so crossing prefect or head girl off her list of things to do was definitely looking good at the moment...
Time to do damage control. Yes, it did happen but high-strung Ravenclaws did crack once (or twice) every six or so years.
He walked over to Evelyn and kept his voice down so that a soon-to-be mortified Cela wouldn't hear him. "It's a Ravenclaw thing and it'll pass soon," Vindictus said in a low voice and slipped her a coupon.
"Okay, class. Show me your brooms and, erm, try not to stare at Miss Touissant as she examines the floor for dust mites," he said rather loudly. Dust mites on a dirt floor? Oh, well.