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Dances_With_Potter 
Cadi continued to watch Varius with the air of one who was on the defensive end of a duel. This kids was weird, and she wasn't sure what he was going to do next. When he called her Codface, she opened her mouth to tell him off for his rudeness, but then he was yelling at her and she stumbled backwards a little in shock, her hand moving toward her concealed wand, though she didn't draw it yet. He thought that SHE killed Set. Marching back toward the boy, eyes blazing, she poked him hard in the chest. "You listen carefully, alright, so you don't understand me again. I didn't kill anyone. Someone murdered him, and then Jake Upstead found him dead in the library. I would not be capable of doing something so horrible. As for the Common Room, I didn't know what I was doing, and I woke up hours later in St. Mungo's... where I was kept for a good long while. So, calm yourself down because I'm not some psycho out to murder anyone. I was a little girl who had been through far too much pain," she explained to him firmly, making sure he understood her clearly.
Once she had finished, she backed away slightly and said, "You weren't being funny. You were being mean. There's a difference. Now, if you'll excuse me..." Cadence trailed off and turned to begin walking away from the young man confidently, her dress swishing slightly as she walked and her heels clicking against the floor.
She looked angry. Violent. Seething. Like she was about to kill him like she had that other poor person. And. Then. She. Poked. Him. In. The. Chest. "OW!!!!! Quit that, crazy lady!" He groaned, rubbing the place that was now throbbing as a result of her brutal finger attack! She then began to explain to him as to who killed him, why she did this and that and blablabla. He looked down at his dress robes to see if he had accidentally walked out with his mothers badge for work again because this here girl was talking as if she was lounging on a chez lounge spilling her heart out to a shrink. "I'm sorry, but i'm not my mother. You should be telling this sort of thing to a professional. I can't help you and your mental problems," he cautioned her with the utmost sincerity, pity coming across his face and he reached out a hand to reassuringly patted her on the shoulder. "Don't worry about it. Life gets to the best of us..." even half-elves, he thought.
"You are correct. There IS a difference between funny and mean. Do you know what that is?" he tilted his head to the side as if to jibe her for a guess, "No? Well, i'll tell you. It's interpretation. I find MYself highly amusing. If you want to be high strung and take offense to it, then thats your mindset. HEY!" he shouted as he came up with a brilliantly, awesome, magnificent idea, "That's something else you can bring up to your shrink! How to see the funny side and to stop being so touchy. I bet you feel TONS better having met me now, yes?"
Now she was leaving. Wait. Why? Why was she leaving? Where was she going? She still hadn't put his outdoor cloak in the cloakroom yet! "I hope you're not going to vandalise anymore common rooms now!" he called after her, "Because if you are... well, you're going the wrong way!!! JUSTSOY'KNOW!"