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       Ouch slammed with an ‘ok’, the smallest reply possible but the biggest form of disinterest there is. He’s never been hit with an ‘ok’ and he’s definitely feeling the chill from her response. Brows furrow, confusion settling as he cocks his head to the side in wonder. ❛Have we met? I feel like I musta did something to tick you off before. I mean I- did I blow up a potion on you last year? Because if that was you I totally didn’t know. I’m not this clumsy I swear.❜ And if in fact that wasn’t who she was she’s probably thinking he’s even more of an idiot than she did ten seconds ago, a realization that makes him regret mentioning it at all.

      “No.” She was getting very good at short responses which she found odd and slightly empowering; still this new found skill wasn’t enough to shake this persistent boy. “It wasn’t me. But it’s good to know you didn’t bother to remember the face of that girl you blew a potion up on. I’m sure the apology was great.” It was all typical and she was already scolding herself for having the gall to look at him, to dare think on his smile for even a moment. Vision swept from him to the hall in front of her deciding not to increase her pace as she been but stay steady and true. Surely that would have been the final straw. Could she have made herself any clearer? Perhaps punctuation would help him along. “What did you want?”