[The memory is not very sharp on his end, because he was in... not the best mental state, shall we say. But he remembers this student face. The fear in her eyes when she witnessed his powers.
Even now, he cannot bring himself to feel even a mote of guilt about it.
But to Henry's credit, he remains friendly-looking, with the same little smile plastered on his features that Amelia should be used to seeing by now. He waits patiently for the exchange to end.
He quirks his brow, tilts his head closer to her a little skeptically.]
Were you afraid it wasn't? The girl would have ran off screaming, otherwise. Still, aren't you popular?
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Even now, he cannot bring himself to feel even a mote of guilt about it.
But to Henry's credit, he remains friendly-looking, with the same little smile plastered on his features that Amelia should be used to seeing by now. He waits patiently for the exchange to end.
He quirks his brow, tilts his head closer to her a little skeptically.]
Were you afraid it wasn't? The girl would have ran off screaming, otherwise. Still, aren't you popular?