Two-faced as ever, he was! Under that facade of helpfulness was a man—no, a boy—who didn't know how to leave well enough alone. She waved off the offer, glancing at the younger blonde.

"No need to. We share a class or two." Not that she knew the girl's name, but learning it would require going through stiff, forcibly-polite introductions by ginger here. "I ought to be off, anyways. I ought to be within sight of my appointed chaperon."

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