“Savages.”

“She’s the mudblood that Sheuster has an eye for, no wonder she’s so feisty.”

“If by ‘pick them’ you mean selecting the first whore that comes his way, of course.”

“What do you say, Ezra? You think she’s looking for some new additions?”

“I say petrify the little brat and make him watch.” Sliding his wand out, Trystan twirled it nonchalantly.

Oh, this was just delightful.

Hm.

Don’t mind him, he’s just observing.

None of her business.

It’s really not.

You don’t possess authority over me, mudblood. Be a good girl and move along quietly, hm?

“Did you miss the memo?” He gestured to his own emerald prefect badge, a purely arrogant expression on his face. “I clearly outrank you.”

Slides down in the seat next to @ARTFULENMITY, tapping very gently against the desk with his fingertips. “Good morning, Ashlynn.”

This school is beyond pathetic.

“Don’t overwork yourself, mi amor.” He’s only doing it to piss her off, at this point. It was far too easy to wind the girl up.

“It is.” Look at that stupid smirk.

It wasn’t hard to find @MALEVOLENTGUILE in the common room, though what they needed to talk about wasn’t exactly sure there. Without so much of a hello, Trystan beckoned his classmate over, before pulling him into the corridor. “Listen.”

“Tell me about it, Alecto.”

Makes a mental note to deal with the Valentine boy as soon as possible. He knows too much.