Monet had expected him to react poorly. His temper was known well enough among other Slytherins so it wasn't a big surprise. Though she could hardly blame him in the grand scheme of things. She had collided a bit bodily with him after all. Luckily, he had a far more stout build and height to counteract the collision. And though she was tall for her age, she'd had the towering stack of books to contend with so she hadn't had the best of luck with it all.

Staring up at him wide eyed and a bit of a blush on her cheeks, she caught her bottom lip between her teeth as she winced at his words. "N-no," she stuttered with evident fear and worry, "I-I'm sorry." Getting to her knees, she dropped her gaze from him and quickly began to scramble to gather the books she dropped. If she was lucky, he'd be annoyed enough with her to be on his way and forget her existence. Worst case scenario, however, came with taunting and insults she was sure.

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