"Ivory." Celandine whispered, though her eyes weren't on the little Ravenclaw, they were instead burning into Evelyn, a still kind of interest and wariness coiled in Cela's body. She continued to murmur, repeating each and every spell she heard uttered as if it were a mantra and only stopped when 'Samuel Huxley' approached. She pressed her lips together and flinched visibly as they bantered about marks that may or may not be on her.

She wasn't sure who was worse. Prospero had mostly treated her kind of... kind of like a beloved pet, dressed up and paraded around. But there was a tension hanging about as if, much like a kitten that had grown into a cat and lost its cute, Cela could so easily lose favour with the man and he'd drown her in the well in a snap. So to speak. She blinked rapidly as her mind attempted to run away for a moment or so.

The 'bartender' Cela hadn't managed to learn much more about. She knew he wasn't a bartender of course, she also figured that Samuel Huxley wasn't his real name and suspected that the real Samuel Huxley was tied up somewhere or dead and this one was a polyjuiced version. She couldn't tell if it was money or actually seeing the duels that was fueling all this, but even that was something she suspected was a cover. Like there was something else driving all this.

She stared at him with unusually dead eyes, her usual bright and inquisitive self hidden away somewhere deep. If he was the one who had used the Imperius curse on students last term, the one who had killed Professor Forrester and possibly the been the reason those Hufflepuff students died too...

... and maybe before that, the reason that the assembly had gone wrong and Professor Lu...

Celandine blinked cautiously. It all kind of came back to the Runes professor didn't it? It wasn't in Cela's head right?

But why? And who was he?