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If only Sage had inherited something useful from her gene donors...the ability to speak Parseltongue specifically...so she could have a hope in getting Aspen to relax and cease playing with Sage's fingers. She was far too delicate to pass for a wand and Sage would not be tricked into taking her out of her pocket, especially not here in the middle of the library. "I'm doing you a favor you know," she whispered harshly while swiveling her picky finger over and around Aspen's slender for to feel for something more rigid tucked away in the corner. Really, Aspen shouldn't push her luck since she really shouldn't even be here in the first place. Then again, what was a 16-year-old ophiophilist to do?
Where she not to preoccupied with playing pocket thumb war, she very likely would have caught a certain someone's movements out of her peripheral vision. Alas, as it were she did not and was completely caught off guard by the pair of levitating books - or, as far as her perspective was concerned, the books that had suddenly disappeared from the lineup. "Peeeeeeeeeves...if you've just gone and fussed with my study space again I'll -- " she growled, wand in hand at last, as she pivoted to seek out the poltergeist lurking between some stacks or another only to instead rage!pivot right into the source of all her adolescent frustrations her friend. "EEEEEEK!" she yelped while a jolt of icy surprise shot up and down her spin. Embarrassing enough to flush on top of these reactions, the sparks that shot forth from her wand (and towards Solomon and, specifically, those luscious curls) were truly the icing on the cake.
Did he need a haircut (a buzzed line) to go with his new devil-may-care cheek adornment?
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