But moreover, the way her face falls into neutrality is more than telling. He wouldn't even need to read her mind to tell something is roiling beneath the surface.]
There are less than four weeks remaining in the school year.
[Amelia's face remains dry and impassive as she takes out her phone and scrolls through her apps.]
After finals and the graduation ceremony, I am planning to dedicate my summer vacation to your plight. My acquaintance is taking her time to assist me in the endeavor so you must understand, we're taking care of it.
Meanwhile, if you're going to keep up this behavior without any true self-reflection on how offended and disrespected I feel...
[Her finger taps a specific app; hello music streaming... She pats one of her kitchen drawers and it pops open for her to produce a pair of wireless headphones. It's a very nice pair gifted to her by a student which she hadn't found a use for until now.]
[His lips twist at both the explanation and when she pulls out the headphones.]
Yes. I wasn't lying about that.
[That it was a test; and now what is she planning on doing? Henry stands stoically, watching. As much as he should feel grateful that she's still willing to aid him, some part of this begins to rub him the wrong way, regardless.]
[And with extreme spite in her gaze, she puts on the headphones and presses play on her phone. So guess what will happen if Henry tries to glean a thought or attempt a dive?]
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance...!
[Well, someone has enchanted her headphones to act as an effective blocker for psychics abilities.]
There's an irony in her using music to block him out, even if it's not in the way that it's usually utilized to stifle his entry into someone's mind. Henry gives her a Look, his smile twisting patronizing.]
Am I going to get an earful of your bad music tastes, Amelia?
[As if he's going to even try when she's made it so blatantly obvious that any attempt is going to end up with music blasting into his brain. But that doesn't mean he can't send a barb her way, smiling all the while. 8) ]
You're lucky that I have the temperament of a teacher and not a witch.
[For what it's worth, as she starts to exit the kitchen, breakfast is completed and set up on the table with a wave of her hand. It's pretty clear by now though that her hospitality will begin and end at the bare necessities.]
People have been cursed for pettier reasons than mine. In any case, enjoy the rest of your weekend, Henry.
[Does he look bothered? He certainly doesn't, though that's partly on purpose, the way he keeps that little smile of his plastered on his face, even if his eyes are imperious.]
If you think giving me the cold shoulder is enough to bother me, Amelia, then obviously you still don't know me all that well.
[And she's still kind enough to make him breakfast? He'll just pull up a seat. 8)) ]
[She mutters to herself as she goes out to her garden, prepared to obliterate some weeds.]
Solitude is my bread and butter.
[It isn't supposed to be. But it's better than escalation, trying to lord her own power over his. God she just needs to think and cool down and learn through this.
Once he's out of her hair and some other world's problem she won't have to care anymore.]
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But moreover, the way her face falls into neutrality is more than telling. He wouldn't even need to read her mind to tell something is roiling beneath the surface.]
Is there a "but" at the end of that, Amelia...?
[Because to him, it sounds rather like it.]
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[Amelia's face remains dry and impassive as she takes out her phone and scrolls through her apps.]
After finals and the graduation ceremony, I am planning to dedicate my summer vacation to your plight. My acquaintance is taking her time to assist me in the endeavor so you must understand, we're taking care of it.
Meanwhile, if you're going to keep up this behavior without any true self-reflection on how offended and disrespected I feel...
[Her finger taps a specific app; hello music streaming... She pats one of her kitchen drawers and it pops open for her to produce a pair of wireless headphones. It's a very nice pair gifted to her by a student which she hadn't found a use for until now.]
What was it you said? It was just a test?
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Yes. I wasn't lying about that.
[That it was a test; and now what is she planning on doing? Henry stands stoically, watching. As much as he should feel grateful that she's still willing to aid him, some part of this begins to rub him the wrong way, regardless.]
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[As she holds her headphones, green runes cover its surface.]
Starting today, we are not on speaking terms.
But I won't let you in my head without permission either.
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[And with extreme spite in her gaze, she puts on the headphones and presses play on her phone. So guess what will happen if Henry tries to glean a thought or attempt a dive?]
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Caught in a bad romance...!
[Well, someone has enchanted her headphones to act as an effective blocker for psychics abilities.]
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There's an irony in her using music to block him out, even if it's not in the way that it's usually utilized to stifle his entry into someone's mind. Henry gives her a Look, his smile twisting patronizing.]
Am I going to get an earful of your bad music tastes, Amelia?
[As if he's going to even try when she's made it so blatantly obvious that any attempt is going to end up with music blasting into his brain. But that doesn't mean he can't send a barb her way, smiling all the while. 8) ]
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You're lucky that I have the temperament of a teacher and not a witch.
[For what it's worth, as she starts to exit the kitchen, breakfast is completed and set up on the table with a wave of her hand. It's pretty clear by now though that her hospitality will begin and end at the bare necessities.]
People have been cursed for pettier reasons than mine. In any case, enjoy the rest of your weekend, Henry.
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If you think giving me the cold shoulder is enough to bother me, Amelia, then obviously you still don't know me all that well.
[And she's still kind enough to make him breakfast? He'll just pull up a seat. 8)) ]
I prefer the solitude.
[He always has.]
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Solitude is my bread and butter.
[It isn't supposed to be. But it's better than escalation, trying to lord her own power over his. God she just needs to think and cool down and learn through this.
Once he's out of her hair and some other world's problem she won't have to care anymore.]