“You are correct, but it would be rude if someone didn’t apologize.” She explained, the thought a rational one to her. It was only fair that someone take responsibility. She wondered at the frown that dominated his face, but gave it little thought. He couldn’t be that happy if he went through the world picking fights. Granted, McMulen had a terrible habit of running at the mouth. It figured it would eventually land him in the Hospital Wing. Pity the fool hadn’t learned anything from the event, just more Slytherin-Gryffindor animosity. It was a waste of energy if she ever saw one. Themis hoped for Mr. Griffith’s sake that he was able to hold his own in a fight, that it hadn’t been a fluke. She had a strong sense his prefects weren’t about to keep him out of harm’s way.

She turned back to her notes for a moment before he caught her attention, the boy lounging back in his chair at odds with the tightly wound way he normally held himself. He seemed wary, but considering her earlier company, she couldn't blame him. Seeing an opportunity to do her duty as prefect, as ambassador, Themis put her quill aside and waited for him to look her direction. It didn't take long. She was ready to engage him until the haired boy dropped his head to his arms as if she bored him. A bit put out by this, she gave him just a moment more before adding. "I am Themis Lyra. I do not believe we have been properly introduced. I'm working on potions. What about you?" The least he could do was show her some courtesy.

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