Amadeus turned his head to look over his shoulder. Who had dared to intrude on his daily hour of vanity? The harsh, irked expression on his face was quickly replaced by one of pleasant surprise. It must have been a coincidence that he was now meeting Melanie once again near the library. It nearly escaped his notice that she was imitating his exact pose. "Very humorous," He remarked, cocking his head to the side as he resisted rolling his eyes. "Good day to you, too."

Turning his head to face the mirror, Amadeus crossed one leg behind the other, ever so slightly, pursed his lips just a small bit, leaned on his heels with his arms loose at his side, and batted his eyelashes at the mirror in an attempt to imitate Melanie. Of course he was being very hyperbolic because the Lockhart girl definitely one of the prissy clones that pranced about the corridors, but he couldn't resist. Hardly being able to resist the laughter that yearned to escape his lips, he looked at her green-eyed reflection as he inquired, "What brings you around here, again? Studying for your NEWTs, going to class?"