Post by Cassandra Robinson on Jan 16, 2011 0:27:36 GMT -5
Cassandra's dark green eyes shifted to the library boy's blonde friend, her expression dissolving into something neutrally amused. "...Finny, right?" she said as an acknowledgement to her first victim volunteer to partake in consuming her delicately and lovingly made birthday cake sent by her family. "Thank you for introducing me to Cyan." Her gaze moved back to Cyan, from Slytherin, the beginnings of what might have been called "smug" on any other person's face curling on her lips.
"Well then, Cyan," she said, pronouncing every syllable perfectly, mercilessly noting his face's gradual color change. "I didn't get the chance to speak much with you earlier, but please do make sure what happened in the library doesn't repeat itself." She looked coolly at him for a moment, allowing the information to sink in, the unspoken threat hanging in the chilly dungeon air. She would at least do him the favor of refraining from announcing Cyan's streaky record, because, after all, Cassandra could be civil.
Unlike a certain individual in her House. Though she supposed that wasn't entirely fair to Gabriel, either (she firmly stopped at "supposing," however).
Her mission ofintimidation fulfilling her prefect's duty complete, Cassandra returned to her posture of impeccable. She politely acknowledged Finny's most excellently named crup with a slight nod, then dispassionately flicked her gaze towards the crup she'd selected from the box sitting quietly beside a desk. "I don't own a pet, so yes, I'll be borrowing one of the Professor's crups for today's class."
At Cyan's poor attempt to brownnose (obviously that's what that feeble birthday wish was), her expression dropped back to impassive as she decided to politely informed him of his mistake.
".....It isn't my birthday." Cassandra raised her eyebrows, faintly critical. "Thank you, though."
With that, she excused herself with a polite "it was nice seeing you, Finny, Cyan," seeing as she wasn't particularly interested in if Cyan needed to be lent one of the crups or not, nor what pet he had in the case he A). had one, and B). actually brought it to class. She herself would've had more than a few reservations experimenting on her own pet, even if in the end everything would've turned out completely fine thanks to her extremely competent skills, because after all, she would be the one subject to any aftereffects of the lesson, no matter how competent she was.
Her eyes lighted on the recently seated Hufflepuff prefect, and she changed course to fill the empty seat beside her, disinterestedly beckoning her selected crup to follow to the new seat. Perhaps focusing the prefects' influence into only one area of the classroom wasn't strategically wise, but neither was being unaware of her fellow prefects' skills and weaknesses. The four of them needed to be able to work together—the school was a very large place, and Cassandra certainly couldn't be everywhere at once—and perhaps the professor would be able to control as small a class as this? Prefects weren't allowed to take points in the presence of a superior, in any case.
"Hello," she greeted the blonde, "Amira, isn't it? The prefect for Hufflepuff?" Cassandra paused, eyeing the cat that allegedly belonged to Amira. Hopefully it'd be the most well-behaved cat she'd ever seen. "I'm Cassandra Robinson, Ravenclaw prefect. Would you mind if I sit here?" Would cats and crups fight like cats and dogs? Crups looked enough like a dog, anyway. She frowned, briefly. "I wonder if your cat and...this crup would--disagree though, given the crup's similarity to dogs."
"Well then, Cyan," she said, pronouncing every syllable perfectly, mercilessly noting his face's gradual color change. "I didn't get the chance to speak much with you earlier, but please do make sure what happened in the library doesn't repeat itself." She looked coolly at him for a moment, allowing the information to sink in, the unspoken threat hanging in the chilly dungeon air. She would at least do him the favor of refraining from announcing Cyan's streaky record, because, after all, Cassandra could be civil.
Unlike a certain individual in her House. Though she supposed that wasn't entirely fair to Gabriel, either (she firmly stopped at "supposing," however).
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At Cyan's poor attempt to brownnose (obviously that's what that feeble birthday wish was), her expression dropped back to impassive as she decided to politely informed him of his mistake.
".....It isn't my birthday." Cassandra raised her eyebrows, faintly critical. "Thank you, though."
With that, she excused herself with a polite "it was nice seeing you, Finny, Cyan," seeing as she wasn't particularly interested in if Cyan needed to be lent one of the crups or not, nor what pet he had in the case he A). had one, and B). actually brought it to class. She herself would've had more than a few reservations experimenting on her own pet, even if in the end everything would've turned out completely fine thanks to her extremely competent skills, because after all, she would be the one subject to any aftereffects of the lesson, no matter how competent she was.
Her eyes lighted on the recently seated Hufflepuff prefect, and she changed course to fill the empty seat beside her, disinterestedly beckoning her selected crup to follow to the new seat. Perhaps focusing the prefects' influence into only one area of the classroom wasn't strategically wise, but neither was being unaware of her fellow prefects' skills and weaknesses. The four of them needed to be able to work together—the school was a very large place, and Cassandra certainly couldn't be everywhere at once—and perhaps the professor would be able to control as small a class as this? Prefects weren't allowed to take points in the presence of a superior, in any case.
"Hello," she greeted the blonde, "Amira, isn't it? The prefect for Hufflepuff?" Cassandra paused, eyeing the cat that allegedly belonged to Amira. Hopefully it'd be the most well-behaved cat she'd ever seen. "I'm Cassandra Robinson, Ravenclaw prefect. Would you mind if I sit here?" Would cats and crups fight like cats and dogs? Crups looked enough like a dog, anyway. She frowned, briefly. "I wonder if your cat and...this crup would--disagree though, given the crup's similarity to dogs."