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A medieval wizard, Gregory the Smarmy invented Gregory's Unctuous Unction, a potion that makes the drinker think whomever gave the potion is his or her best friend. Gregory allegedly wormed his way into King Richard's confidence with this potion and thus made his fortune.
Behind his chipped statue used to be a secret passageway outside the school, which was found by Fred and George Weasley during their first week of school and which caved in during the Battle of Hogwarts. The statue has since been used as a landmark on the fifth floor corridor.
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Schuyler had some free time in between her classes, so she figured she would get Kitty out and let him run around the school a bit. Burn off some kitten energy because he was probably bored of her dorm room by this point. The pair had explored the nooks and crannies of the common room and had adventured through a few of the school corridors, but now they had arrived at a statue.
Schuyler scanned over the plaque. Gregory the Smarmy. Smarmy. She liked that word.
Her eyes wandered back to her feline, who was currently occupied by a moth flying just out of his reach. Well, might as well take a seat and make herself comfortable for a bit. The Gryffindor sat so that her back rested against the wall, her legs outstretched in front of her. She tucked some of her hair behind her ear, then absently touched the skin on her cheek. It was nice being beardless again.
Schuyler had some free time in between her classes, so she figured she would get Kitty out and let him run around the school a bit. Burn off some kitten energy because he was probably bored of her dorm room by this point. The pair had explored the nooks and crannies of the common room and had adventured through a few of the school corridors, but now they had arrived at a statue.
Schuyler scanned over the plaque. Gregory the Smarmy. Smarmy. She liked that word.
Her eyes wandered back to her feline, who was currently occupied by a moth flying just out of his reach. Well, might as well take a seat and make herself comfortable for a bit. The Gryffindor sat so that her back rested against the wall, her legs outstretched in front of her. She tucked some of her hair behind her ear, then absently touched the skin on her cheek. It was nice being beardless again.
Józsua's exploration of the castle continued. Camera in hand, he'd already taken a good few photographs to send to his little sister who has just started her schooling at Durmstrang. She loved history, and, although it didn't usually pique Józsua's interest, he was finding the history of Hogwarts to be fascinating. He also liked taking photographs and making Éva happy.
He paused by the statue, noting a Gryffindor girl sitting close by whom he had seen in some of his classes. He looked from her to the statue and up at it's face, then his eyes rested on the plaque. 'Gregory the Smarmy'. “No wonder he looks so smug with a name like that.” He said to the to the girl, his eyes still on the plaque as he read the history of this guy.
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Józsua's exploration of the castle continued. Camera in hand, he'd already taken a good few photographs to send to his little sister who has just started her schooling at Durmstrang. She loved history, and, although it didn't usually pique Józsua's interest, he was finding the history of Hogwarts to be fascinating. He also liked taking photographs and making Éva happy.
He paused by the statue, noting a Gryffindor girl sitting close by whom he had seen in some of his classes. He looked from her to the statue and up at it's face, then his eyes rested on the plaque. 'Gregory the Smarmy'. “No wonder he looks so smug with a name like that.” He said to the to the girl, his eyes still on the plaque as he read the history of this guy.
Schuyler took a turn around the statue to make sure Kitty was still there with his bug. Occupied as ever, there the kitten was with his moth. Entertained by the simplest of things. Hmmh. She heard a voice a moment or two later - a guy's voice, because it was kind of low - and she turned to see who it was. She recognized him. He had a distinct face that made him seem foreign. But she'd never met him and she couldn't place his name.
"I've actually never heard this word, 'smarmy,'" Schuyler admitted, now surveying the statue's face instead. Smarmy, smug. Maybe they were synonyms. She didn't really like the look of this statue, of this Smarmy character. What was he thinking about? Or scheming about?
Schuyler took a turn around the statue to make sure Kitty was still there with his bug. Occupied as ever, there the kitten was with his moth. Entertained by the simplest of things. Hmmh. She heard a voice a moment or two later - a guy's voice, because it was kind of low - and she turned to see who it was. She recognized him. He had a distinct face that made him seem foreign. But she'd never met him and she couldn't place his name.
"I've actually never heard this word, 'smarmy,'" Schuyler admitted, now surveying the statue's face instead. Smarmy, smug. Maybe they were synonyms. She didn't really like the look of this statue, of this Smarmy character. What was he thinking about? Or scheming about?
Turning his head to look at the girl, Józsua gave her a smile. Pretty. Pretty girl from class. Yea.. *Ahem.* And another new student? Józsua was sure he had seen her at the sorting, but then nerves had the better of him that night and had really got in the way of his observing skills.
“It means he's a shifty git who got away with tricking people.” Orrrr something. “Handy to have a potion that makes people believe they're your best friend.” He mused. You'd look smug too, no?
He turned around fully. “I'm Józsua.” He introduced. “Slytherin fifth year.” Cos stating your house and year seemed to be the way of introducing yourself around here. And who was pretty!girl, hmm?
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Turning his head to look at the girl, Józsua gave her a smile. Pretty. Pretty girl from class. Yea.. *Ahem.* And another new student? Józsua was sure he had seen her at the sorting, but then nerves had the better of him that night and had really got in the way of his observing skills.
“It means he's a shifty git who got away with tricking people.” Orrrr something. “Handy to have a potion that makes people believe they're your best friend.” He mused. You'd look smug too, no?
He turned around fully. “I'm Józsua.” He introduced. “Slytherin fifth year.” Cos stating your house and year seemed to be the way of introducing yourself around here. And who was pretty!girl, hmm?
A shifty git who got away with tricking people. So, that's who he was. No wonder she hadn't liked the look of him. Apparently this Gregory the Smarmy had a special potion for tricking people into thinking they were BFFs, too. How smarmy of him. Her eyebrows knitted together for a moment as she eyed the 'shifty git.' "Why in the world would they erect a statue in honor of him?" No sense whatsoever.
Glad to be moving on to other subjects, like introductions, Schuyler turned away from the statue to look at the boy again. Jozsua. Definitely foreign; she called it. Okay, so maybe his accent betrayed him as well, but Schuyler would contest that she just had a good way about identifying things about people. Whether this was accurate or not. Offering a friendly smile, she nodded to his words. "I thought you were a fifth year." He had only been sorted this term as well. It wasn't difficult to notice the older students who were getting sorted with firsties. "I'm a fifth-year, too. Gryffindor, though. And I'm Schuyler."
Her eyes rested upon the camera in his hand. She motioned to it with her hand. "What were you taking pictures of?"
The little Slytherin boy was again glowy, as if in the aftermath of a sweat. He took out a piece of parchment and crossed something off of his to-do list for the week, then dropped to the ground releasing his school bag from his shoulders to open it. He sighed satisfactorily and pulled out a small case the sides of which had metallic purple words.
'Little Lord Hellion's Trouble-makin' Kit'.
Cutty unlatched the sides and began to systematically rummage through it whilst humming a tune which sounded vaguely militaristic. Then, he paused, quite suddenly as his eyes and ears scanned the immediate surroundings making sure he was totally alone before he added lyrics. "Is this forever? A cauldron of happiness? Do you really care? More than my heart can endure? Your love's a potion of despair which I'm sure. No. Bezoar can cure!"
The little Slytherin boy was again glowy, as if in the aftermath of a sweat. He took out a piece of parchment and crossed something off of his to-do list for the week, then dropped to the ground releasing his school bag from his shoulders to open it. He sighed satisfactorily and pulled out a small case the sides of which had metallic purple words.
'Little Lord Hellion's Trouble-makin' Kit'.
Cutty unlatched the sides and began to systematically rummage through it whilst humming a tune which sounded vaguely militaristic. Then, he paused, quite suddenly as his eyes and ears scanned the immediate surroundings making sure he was totally alone before he added lyrics. "Is this forever? A cauldron of happiness? Do you really care? More than my heart can endure? Your love's a potion of despair which I'm sure. No. Bezoar can cure!"
Fern still hadn't received an autographed picture of Dante Dark in the post. But she would not lose hope! No, she knew that this was a test, and she would prove to her idol that she was his most devoted fan no matter how long it took.
Making her way back from the owlery,the first year gave herself a mental pep talk, punctuating each point with a shake of her fist and a fervent nod. This letter is going to be the one! And if it isn't the one, then the next one will be the one! Or the next one! Or - I'll send a 100 if I have to! Because Dante is WORTH IT!
She had just made her way from the sixth floor and was about to continue down the staircase to the fourth floor, but that was when, surprise surprise, the stupid moving staircase decided to pull away from the wall. Fern opened her mouth to let the staircase have a piece of her mind when she heard it -
THE LYRICS TO ONE OF HER FAVORITE SONGS BY HER FAVORITE BAND.
And this could mean only ONE thing. THERE WAS A FELLOW HEXSTATIC AT HOGWARTS.
Fern completely forgot the staircase, and after jumping up and down in excitement, she scampered off to find the source of the music. At last! There was someone who REALLY understood great music, who understood HER. And once she found them, they could sing together, and then they could talk about who their favorite members were, and they could also share their concert experiences and fan mail replies, and they could console each other when their favorite member didn't send an autographed picture, and they could count down the days until The Hexy Boyz' next album, and they could -
Fern stopped in front of Cuthbert, her eager face quickly morphing into a mixture of horror and confusion and disappointment. She stared at him with her mouth hanging open, unable to say anything.
Léa was coming down from Ravenclaw common room to wander around the castle - she would NEVER admit it out loud, but she was pretty impressed with it and wanted to make sure she'd seen every corner - when she realised she was at her intended floor. Yesterday she discovered the seventh and sixth, today was for fifth and fourth. It would be better if she had a COMPANY, of course, but -
Was that statue singing... Hexy Boyz? She approached it with her wand in her hand, because no Hexy Boyz-singing statue could be a good sign. She was frowning deeply and walked with caution, until she saw the face of the little boy. Before she could even LAUGH however, they were joined by a little girl. She was still a little far from them so she could observe the excitement of the girl which was soon killed by the boy, apparently.
Trouble? Did she want to be a good big sis to the girl?
She approached the couple as she holstered her wand back.
"I didn't know boys could sing, let alone 'Exy Boyz." She giggled and looked at the girl amiably. She was going to take sides with her, of course. If the boy even tried upsetting her...
Merlin, she was such a nice girl, saving British girls from evil British boys.
Fern still hadn't received an autographed picture of Dante Dark in the post. But she would not lose hope! No, she knew that this was a test, and she would prove to her idol that she was his most devoted fan no matter how long it took.
Making her way back from the owlery,the first year gave herself a mental pep talk, punctuating each point with a shake of her fist and a fervent nod. This letter is going to be the one! And if it isn't the one, then the next one will be the one! Or the next one! Or - I'll send a 100 if I have to! Because Dante is WORTH IT!
She had just made her way from the sixth floor and was about to continue down the staircase to the fourth floor, but that was when, surprise surprise, the stupid moving staircase decided to pull away from the wall. Fern opened her mouth to let the staircase have a piece of her mind when she heard it -
THE LYRICS TO ONE OF HER FAVORITE SONGS BY HER FAVORITE BAND.
And this could mean only ONE thing. THERE WAS A FELLOW HEXSTATIC AT HOGWARTS.
Fern completely forgot the staircase, and after jumping up and down in excitement, she scampered off to find the source of the music. At last! There was someone who REALLY understood great music, who understood HER. And once she found them, they could sing together, and then they could talk about who their favorite members were, and they could also share their concert experiences and fan mail replies, and they could console each other when their favorite member didn't send an autographed picture, and they could count down the days until The Hexy Boyz' next album, and they could -
Fern stopped in front of Cuthbert, her eager face quickly morphing into a mixture of horror and confusion and disappointment. She stared at him with her mouth hanging open, unable to say anything.
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Léa was coming down from Ravenclaw common room to wander around the castle - she would NEVER admit it out loud, but she was pretty impressed with it and wanted to make sure she'd seen every corner - when she realised she was at her intended floor. Yesterday she discovered the seventh and sixth, today was for fifth and fourth. It would be better if she had a COMPANY, of course, but -
Was that statue singing... Hexy Boyz? She approached it with her wand in her hand, because no Hexy Boyz-singing statue could be a good sign. She was frowning deeply and walked with caution, until she saw the face of the little boy. Before she could even LAUGH however, they were joined by a little girl. She was still a little far from them so she could observe the excitement of the girl which was soon killed by the boy, apparently.
Trouble? Did she want to be a good big sis to the girl?
She approached the couple as she holstered her wand back.
"I didn't know boys could sing, let alone 'Exy Boyz." She giggled and looked at the girl amiably. She was going to take sides with her, of course. If the boy even tried upsetting her...
Merlin, she was such a nice girl, saving British girls from evil British boys.
Cutty was just about to go into the chorus, when he heard the echo of footsteps heading his way. His hands froze from their rummaging before he grabbed a small black clump and made to shut his Little Lord Hellion's Trouble Making Kit, but the plastic snake he'd added to it earlier was making for a tight fit and he couldn't get it to shut in time. So he pulled out the snake and shoved it into his robes pockets along with the black clump, he also made a last minute decision to pocket another item which left his hands quite a filthy little mess.
He shut his case just in time to see An older girl who Cutty thought could've been about a sixth year, but who he didn't recognize immediately. Until she spoke. Ah, a Beauxbaton student AND...Fern Quimbley! The latter of whom appeared to be speechless for once. All feelings of possible embarrassment forgotten, Cutty wiggled his brows at little Fern and was all like, "Breath taken away by the mere sight of me?" Siiigh. "I do have that effect, don't I?"
Stepping a little around Fern, and making certain to wipe his hands against his robes before extending it out for a hand-shake, Cutty approached the exchange student.
"Permettez-moi de me présenter, Mademoiselle. Je m'appelle Cutty Mordaunt." He said using his grandmother's native tongue, though he knew darned well he was being rude to Fern.
In her shock, Fern didn't realize there was another person besides her and Cuthbert standing in the hallway until the older girl spoke.
At first caught off guard by the sound of an unfamiliar voice, Fern quickly turned to see the speaker, blinking as she tried to take it all in. But once she registered the situation, Fern did not return the smile. Rather, she closed her mouth and directed her very best death glare toward the red-head.
Minnie did not like the foreign students, so neither did Fern. Even if this girl was a teenager and had great hair - that didn't matter! Fern thought all the Beauxbatons and Durmstrangs needed to go back to their own schools. Well, after the Hogwarts students made them cry over their embarrassing defeat, of course. In the mean time, though, the foreign students certainly did not need to be staying inside the castle. They could magic up some tents or something outside, and attend their own classes and eat their own food!
AND HOW DARE THIS GIRL GO AND CRITICIZE CUTHBERT'S SINGING ABILITY. WHO DID SHE THINK SHE WAS!? As much as Fern hated Cuthbert, she hated the idea of some student from another school making judgmental statements about someone from Hogwarts even more.
Well. Until Cuthbert spoke. Then she remembered that actually, she really did hate him more than anything. And she wanted nothing more than to hex off those STUPID wiggling eyebrows from his STUPID face. A shriek was building up in her throat, and she was about to let it explode, but then he went and started talking to the French girl. Who had just INSULTED HIM! And he was speaking with her IN FRENCH!
Two could play at that game, okay. Fern did know some French, in fact. She knew two words. The first word was croissant, but Fern wasn't stupid, so she wasn't going to use that one. She was smart, and she used the second one instead."Oui."
That NOT CUTE AT ALL girl certainly knew how to plaster her smile onto her face, and Léa HATED looking ugly even for a second. She didn't look too ugly, of course, it needed more than a stupid brat to do that, but she wasn't pleased with her at all. Choosing to ignore her completely, because she certainly was better than glaring at some kindergarten girl, she smiled sweetly at boy this time who knew MANNERS.
"Merci pour l'accueil chaleureux," she said and even offered him her hand. She was going to ignore his hands were dirty and tried to be cleaned by merely wiping them onto his robe. "Je m'apalle Léa. Vous ne parlez bien le français?"
...
...Oui? Oui? Léa wasn't going to -
"Haha! Elle n'est pas très intelligent, oui?"
The boy that probably broke her heart was talking about her in French right in front of her to a very pretty sixth year girl.
"C'est mon plaisir, Léa." Cutty probably would've done well at the school his father had wanted to send him to. It was not too unlike Léa's own with a large focus on charm. The personality one, not the wand kind. So when Léa's hand was held out, he reacted very naturally and gently kissed the back of it before letting go.
"Je parle un peu la français pour l'advantage de ma grand-mère. Elle est canadiennne." He said answering Léa's question before he stopped to take a good look at Fern Quimbley.
...
Cutty watched Fern and decided that you know, she really did make him smile. Sooo many rabbity thoughts must've been going through her little badgie brains just then, judging by her range of expressions. Also, was she turning red? Super-metamorph-matic Fern!
The boy quickly went from delighted to a sort of surprised sounding laughter after Fern had gotten out her bit of French. When he had gotten that somewhat under control, he turned back to Léa and spoke again this time with a slight tone of pity. "Je suis désolé mais elle est un peu..." And he made a circular motion with his index finger at the side of his head near his ear as though he were drawing a circle. "Elle pense que je suis son petit ami."
"Oh, avant j'oublie..." Drawing his hand into his most used pocket. "Voulez-vous acheter des bonbons?" And just as he'd asked the Beauxbaton visitor about the bag of whizzbees he was drawing out from his pocket, the plastic snake (which had also been there) flopped out and landed onto the ground with a P l i p - p l i p!
Cutty's head turned quickly to face the plastic snake lying there upon the castle's fifth floor, while his mind considered many lies.
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Fern didn't know why the French girl and Cuthbert had started laughing after her flawless pronunciation of 'oui.' And she didn't know how Cuthbert could be so impervious to her death glare.
But what she did know was that Cuthbert was making the crazy gesture, and it was obviously aimed directly at her! Then, to add to her injury, because apparently he thought she was a human door mat, he went back to completely ignoring her so he could cozy up with the evil French girl some more!
Fern was not going to take this anymore! She was tired of Cuthbert pointing at her and laughing at her and flicking lake water at her and trying to kiss her and calling her Godzilla and telling her to scarper off and wearing scarves in class and wiggling his eyebrows and prancing around speaking French and being mean and ALSO HE HAD NO RIGHT TO BE A HEXY BOYZ FAN and she was going to put an end to this. Right now.
But before Fern could teach Cuthbert a lesson he would never forget, something happened:
This SUPER CUTE plastic snake fell from his pocket.
And Fern WANTED it.
Even if it had been Cuthbert's. That could be fixed with a quick 'scorgify.' What was important was that she rescue it from him, and give it a nice home on her bedside-table next to Louis's cage, and name it Romeo. It looked like a Romeo. And Fern could tell Romeo wanted to be her toy plastic snake too. The question was, how did she get him?
Léa breath was NEARLY knocked out, and she would have swooooooned too had Cutty not been at the age of primary school. She did smile though, and looked VERY pleased with his manners. He certainly knew how to treat a lady, and she couldn't help but wonder just how horrible of a personality this girl had to make him treat her with much less affection, if not rudely.
"C'est très bien," she complimented his French. "C'est formidable de voir une personne qui parle français ici."
HAhaHA, that motion! The older girl giggled that turned to a laugh soon enough. Did she really think Cutty would even look at her? She WAS stupid, period. "Donc, c'est la raison pour laquelle elle est en train de nous tuer avec son éclats." She giggled again as she looked at her from head to toe. "Vous méritez certainement mieux." If only he had been OLDER... Life here was boring romance-wise.
Her eyebrows were raised a little while he got something out of his pocket, but her good spirits soon turned into a slight panic. That snake... was hers. She didn't WANT it, but now she was suspicious. Was this a trap into confessing her that she'd done it? Maybe some stupid professor got these two on her, since children were less suspicious and more trustworthy. Well, they could prove NOTHING. She was going to be safe. In less than a second, she was smiling at the bonbons.
The girl's eyes had been on the snake entire time and it was highly probably she missed her very short panic, so if Léa could trick Cutty too, she was all safe.
"Combien voulez-vous faire pour eux?" Because nothing out of ordinary happened here.
Magical Merlin! Is this what it took? All he had to do was speak French and Fern would be quiet? Or was it him at all? There was obviously activity going on, but what? Cutty suddenly found himself longing for the noisy little Fern that he loved to poke 'n prod. His eyes were slit, watching her for a moment before turning his attention back to Léa and laughing quite ebulliently at her remark not noticing her panic thanks to Fern's disturbing silence.
"Merci, Léa et c'est vrai!" He managed to state with a straight face and almost forlorn expression, as if it were a simple fact that could not be helped. "Je veux être un linguiste un jour. Je sais comment malédiction en Gobbledegook." The last part was true. The first half may have only have been said to impress the French girl although he was in fact hoping that both would have that effect.
"Ils ont coûté deux sickles seulement." His eyes were bright and his smile went wide as though he were giving her an unbelievable deal.
Ferns silence was bothering him again. And he glanced at her in time to see that she was looking down at the plastic snake. "Aye-eh! Fern Quimbley, what'yew looking at?!" He asked rather sharply through slit eyes and a smirk.
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Should she buy Romeo from Cuthbert? Now - Fern couldn't! Even though she was pretty sure that it would have worked; For the right price, Fern imagined Cuthbert would do anything, but the idea of giving him even a knut was too big of a blow to her pride. And who knew what he spent this money on - Fern eyes the tool box's lettering, her upper lip back in disgust - she wasn't going to fund any of his questionable hobbies.
What about using Carpe Retractum on Romeo and making a break for it? but that would only make all of Benzi Rider's claims about her character true. And Fern Quimbley was not a thief!!
Simply asking politely for Cuthbert to give her the snake was out of the question as well. So then, how was she going to get Romeo?! What could she do!? THINK FERN, THINK!
Face scrunched up in concentration, the 11-year-old had long-since stopped paying attention to Cuthbert and the French girl's conversation. But the sound of her name brought her back, and her shot up, tangled brown hair whipping around and getting into her face. With a shake of her head, Fern cleared her vision. But, upon second thought, having her vision blocked by hair was superior to having to take in the sight in front of her - Cuthbert's STUPID, UGLY face. The face she HATED MORE THAN ANYTHING.
And that was when inspiration struck.
"I challenge you to a DUEL!" Fern blurted, stomping her right foot forcefully and jabbing a finger in the Slytherin's direction, "And WHEN I win, you must give me Romeo - I mean the snake! - and you must admit to being the BIGGEST, MEANEST JERK EVER and also a FAKE Hexstatic, AND! YOU MUST NEVER TALK TO ME AGAIN!!"
Nostrils flared, Fern snapped her head to look at the French girl, and opened her mouth as if to speak some more, but then quickly she closed it and returned her attention back to Cuthbert. She had been going to order the older girl to be their witness, but these foreign students just couldn't be trusted!
Well, he accomplished impressing her. Léa was thoroughly impressed by his ambition and talent, shall we say, and let it show on her face after a short giggle.
"Vraiment? C'est ... bon! Peut-être même que je devrais apprendre." Sometimes, cursing was vital.
Two sickles? She pretended to be considering it, then shrugged. If it would cover for her short shock about seeing the snake, she was willing to pay two galleons. She searched for her purse inside her robe's pockets while he asked something to the girl. She brought it out, but was presented with what was gıing to be the BEST show she had ever seen. Her eyes shone with anticipation and a wild urge. She poked the purse back inside her pocket and watched the girl very closely.
Cutty's expression lay almost blank as Fern's changed from sneered to thoughtful. What WAS going on inside of that little badger brain?
For now, though Léa's question needed answering. "Found it? Oh, no, no, Léa. I purchased this snake over the summer." He lied remorselessly to the lovely visitor. It was as if it were how things had actually transpired the way he didn't need a moment to think about it at all. He knew the truth, however and he supposed that sooner or later someone would come looking for that snake. Why not be rid of it?
Cutty turned back to Fern, his head held high in an almost haughty expression as he regarded her in all of her fury. What a mess was she. Always had been, and ever would be. From the day he'd met her to now. Normally, this would turn him off completely. Disgust him. And perhaps on another day it would, but today he was as amused by her antics as ever. Didn't she know? These were all things that he would've done for free. A twisted little smile quickly made itself apparent. And then the boy spoke, "And what will you give me then, Fern Quimbley, should I win the duel match?"
At Cuthbert's question, Fern let out a little shriek of outrage, before crying, "GIVE YOU!? I'm giving you NOTHING, BECAUSE YOU'RE GONNA LOSE! YOU'RE GOING DOWN!!" And Fern emphasized this by turning her pointed finger to the floor and stabbing it downwards.
"Meet me in 30 MINUTES, IN THE DUELING ARENA! UNLESS YOU'RE A COWARDLY MAMA'S BOY!"
And with a dramatic flip of her hair, Fern stomped off down the hall, occasionally gesticulating with an angry fist, sometimes by smacking that fist into her other hand's palm.
She didn't say good bye to the French girl on purpose.
Cutty waited until Fern was out of earshot, then turned to Léa as his mind raced with potential things they could do with the aforementioned and hotly desired plastic snake. His eye casted downward at the snake and then directly towards his Little Lord Hellion's Trouble Making Kit. He produced an ashy coloured hide bag he'd borrowed-without-permission from his semi-estranged father and placed the snake within it. Gathering up his belongings, he turned calmly to the French girl once more and ventured, "We've only 30 minutes before we've got to be in the dueling arena. Are you familiar with the gemino curse, Léa?"