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What in the name of holy dragons was going ON?! Beverly wanted OUT. OUT! Had it not been for the tone in which he was speaking to her in, she would have been interested in that accent of his. Right now though, alarm sirens were going off in her head.

No, Cutty Mordaunt. No.

He thought she was pretty since the opening feast? He TRUSTED her? Exterior?! WHAT?

Wrapping her dark robes around her tight, Beverly attempted to keep a mellow and cool expression. No need to freak out. This was CUTTY. A Slytherin. He was probably trying to get into her head...or something. Could be a tactic to steal her box of jewels. RIGHT? Why was SHE nervous?! She was the one getting slammed on with...THIS.

"Oh, can it, Mordaunt." Now she was scowling, though she didn't mean it. It was mostly to cover up.

AND WHY WAS THERE SINGING.

Bev directed her scowl at the other boy. This whole making friends thing was proving to be a harder task than she'd anticipated. She wanted to thump him and that stupid instrument of his to shut him up. Didn't he see there was someone professing their undying admiration for her?!

"Tell him to stop," she grumbled at Cutty. Now. Please. Before she did.