 Constant Vigilance! O_O AWAKE!
"You're quite welcome," Jean Raoul murmured, watching with interest as the fourth year smoothed her robes and rearranged her hair. Girls truly were peculiar in worrying about their appearances - not that the seventh year was one to talk. He would never admit it, but he believed that first impressions via appearance was important, so he was scrupulously careful with his own appearance.
A slight smile crossed his face as Willow slowly affirmed that the armor had, indeed, attacked her. He guessed, from her pause before answering, that that had not been the case, but it was not genteel to question somebody's answer. It was best to seem to always believe people told the truth. He had opened his mouth to ask if she needed the hospital wing when another girl, also rather short, approached.
Jean Raoul slowly and calmly turned his gaze from Willow to the newcomer, eying first her panicked face and then her cat. A cat. How horrid.
"What part of Hogwarts it is?" the seventh year repeated, a slightly puzzled look crossing his face. Of course he did not know, but surely the girl with the cat ought to know herself. With a pert smile, Jean Raoul said, "We're in a corridor, of course. Filled with decorative armor. Is it not fascinating to both you and your cat, mademoiselle?"
Fascinating, indeed. Neither the girl nor the cat seemed comfortable surrounded by all the metal figures.
His attention wandered from the two girls, and Jean Raoul noticed Willow's things on the floor. He cast a quick look in the girl's direction before drawing his wand and pointing it at the messenger bag. "Wingardium leviosa," he muttered, swishing and flicking his wand to levitate the bag to the perfect height for Willow to reach out and grab it.
"Your things, mademoiselle Willow," Jean Raoul said with a slight bow. |