Jeez. Trixie already hated, okay more like was scared of she couldn't hate anyone, of Lafay enough already. Now she was, technically making Truebridge resign. That was just..... Okay she couldn't find a good enough adjective to describe it.

"B-B-But...." she started. "Nothing can be better then Hogwarts" she pouted, almost giving him puppy dog eyes. Now they usually worked. Whether they worked on professors was another matter.

He actually answered her question about which friend. Maybe the Slytherin should be more nosey more often. "Oh I see" she replied, sly grin and with a wink.

"Refreshed? If you mean smelling of horses and covered in goodness knows what and mud then sure, refreshed is the word" she sighed. Yeah because it was never dry in Wales. So she wouldn't get down to the beach or anything. So sad. Write to him? Eh she wasn't in need for a pen pal, she wanted her professor. "I will..." she told him. What exactly do you write to your ex professor about? She didn't think he'd exactly want to know her life story.

Oh the Headmaster. Perfect. "Please make him stay Sir" she pouted over at him now. Wow what was with the girl today? Well at least she was being polite. A good little slytherin. *Angel halo* But she heard his comment and stared blankly. Jeez that was a little violent......

And Moretti? Now there was someone she knew well. Not like she'd been to the hospital wing, what was it, 5 times now? Although the last one wasn't her that was injured or ill. But it was kinda her fault. Oops. "Hello Healer Moretti" she smiled softly.