Monet couldn't help but to watch him cautiously as well as in a bit of awe. Kristoffer Lestrange was a terrifying boy. But beyond that, he was ridiculously attractive. It wasn't really fair how one could have so much going for them. But, she didn't need to say any of that. She was fairly certain he was very well aware of all he had going for him.

She nodded silently at his question to what year she'd been in, completely oblivious to the assessing looking over he was giving her. She was a young girl, after all, unsure of the ways of most boys despite having only brothers. She'd never have thought in a million years that he'd ever give her a looking over in such a way after all.

She had started nodding again in agreement but stopped to gape at him in shock with his closing remarks. "I..you.." she was stammering, clearly surprised by what he'd said. She'd never really thought herself to be a pretty face and she didn't really know how to take the compliment. It was a compliment, right? She really didn't know. "T-thank you," she manged to say though quickly regretted it, probably having been the wrong thing to say and quickly cast her gaze to the grown again as her cheeks flushed a rather vibrant shade of red.

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