Mind a-flutter as the older girl, who somehow had come to the front, began to question her, Wesley scrambled for a believable response. Something they would understand without question. Something simple, something....

Eyes popping suddenly, the Hufflepuff bit her lip. She knew what she was doing. She was lying. And lying was bad. Lying was very, very bad, and Wesley was a bad girl for lying. Lip beginning to quiver, the 3rd year bit it harder. She hadn't lied since, since before she could remember. But she must have lied at sometime, for if she hadn't, she wouldn't have known it was bad. Moving her left hand to clutch the crossed right, digging her nails into it, Wesley looked up, speechless once more, teeth forgotten and mouth open like a fish.

But she was saved. Saved as the older girl (and the younger one) demanded an apology. Wesley had never scared someone before, but the unfamiliar situation was over-ruled by the familiar path her words must take.

Tilting her head to look the hiding, small girl in the eyes, as was respectful, she spoke sincerely, high voice flowing without a stutter, "I'm very sorry for startling you. It was entirely my fault, and I shall never do it again." Giving a bow of the head, Wesley felt her shoulders and hands relax. Face blank, she looked her at two peers expectantly, for either acceptance, rebuff, or, as was sometimes common when the apology was for nothing severely bad, the nothingness of being ignored.