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Oh, bosh. It's not like this banter was any different from things they'd both said before—like things Calliope said about his cards. Just because you didn't like it or thought it was wrong didn't mean it was off limits. If Maddox could take all the nonsense about his cards, she could take his little dig about quidditch. He rolled his eyes. "You've said much more inaccurate things about my cards before and I let it slide. Big whoop, the weather can change on a dime without you expecting it. And it was practice, Calliope, I don't think it's that big of a deal that she made a snowstorm. Seeing how you play under harsh conditions was just a test of your ability, and seeing as you still made the team you obviously did great even with you falling off the broom. If that snowstorm hadn't been there...you know, one small detail can change the entire future. Butterfly effect? Things could be different," he said with a shrug. The stress she was under could've actually brought out the best in her. Had she thought about that? "And I'm not bitter," he quipped without thinking, as a little sendoff for his monologue. This girl really got him talking, for some reason. Probably because he was constantly on the defense.
He looked into Calliope's bowl, scowling at the monstrous little thing that was twitching its way in his direction. "Eugh..." He would take a rock fish any day of the week over that thing. "I think if you try to transfigure me, I'll be avant-garde and artistic in the hospital wing." He could see it now—him with gills and scales and horribly disfigured and droopy. He hoped that she would have better sense than to actually try it on him.
And he knew that Professor Carton couldn't insult them, but he definitely didn't have to lie. Their attempts had been terrible, truthfully, and it's not like they would get any better by being placated. Some critique could be good when it's useful—he learned that through his training with Jane. Occlumency isn't the easiest thing to learn for an experienced wizard, so he's definitely fighting an uphill battle on that front. Jane having patience with him and giving him helpful critique was the only reason he'd been able to make any headway at all. Even having an aptitude for Legilimency wasn't the biggest help. He thought it was funny that he was better at Occlumency than he was at transfiguring a fish. Felt backwards.
He studied the brand new fish Calliope whipped up, and this brought a bigger frown to his face than the droopy one did. It was, well, close to perfect. Still not quite, but better than anything he'd managed to do. And he did not want to let her upstage him. He quickly pointed his wand at one of the pebbles in his bowl. "Piscifors!" Another flash of light, and the pebble in his tank sprouted a fish head. He huffed, stuffing his wand back in its holster. Okay. You've won this round, Barrington. But he'd always beat her out in Divination. And Arithmancy. And DADA.
He listened to the Professor's question, and he felt he knew the answer. No one seemed like they were going to speak up, so he sighed and gave in. "It's because they're small details. If the copy is based on how we see the fish, then it's hard to correctly capture all the little things." |