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The little child dozing in the chair hardly noticed Masterson's cloak falling over him; in fact, it wasn't until the raucous giggling uproar started that he noticed anything at all. One hand quietly grabbed a handful of the cloak and the boy shrank a bit farther into the seat, dark eyes averted. He couldn't exactly reprimand the girl in this state, could he.
Masterson's slight movement caught Raiden's attention, and he glanced at the older man. The glare he was directing Violet's way was unmistakeable.
"Words are only words," the pint-sized prefect mumbled, but Lina and Sarah both had heard Violet and told her off. Was... was Sarah green?? Blinking, he shifted ever-so-slightly in the chair and tried to squint at her. Surely his eyes weren't going all cat-like again?
"Thank you, Sarah." Was it bad etiquette to ask? It was then that he realised that there were more greenish people around, and some of them were in a right foul mood. "What... what's going on?"
He was so distracted by green people (alieeeeeeens) that he barely heard what Lina was saying next. He had heard it, however; his ears turned slightly pink and he made a really good effort at looking as if he hadn't. He was (normally) sixteen years old, and if anything, it was supposed to be the other way around.
"It's only funny until it happens to you," he added, staring first at the Slytherin he didn't know, then at Violet. "If you're going to speak then at least speak the truth." |