Themis' eyes narrowed as she took a moment to really look at her study partner. He'd apparently paid attention in potions. Interesting. "I hadn't thought of potions as spells." She admitted. It was a different way to imagine the subject than she'd ever pictured it, but it seemed to fit as she tested the theory in her head. She raised an eyebrow at his assessment of the authority figures in their lives. She wasn't sure just how wide a net he cast with his disdain, but he'd forgotten a key distinction between them. "I thought adults told boys everything. At least if they're smart enough to ask the questions, if it isn't on the exam, most people think I don't need to know it." She pouted. She was fortunate at home, but home was only three months of the year. If the librarian made one more comment about her reading habits, Themis might scream.
She turned her attention back to her notes, content to read for a moment, when Mr. Griffith brought up Daniel. Head whipping around, her eyes widened in surprise. She did not like this one bit. "What do you mean he's proud? He talks about it?" Confusion - with a healthy dose of annoyance - flitted across her face. Why would Daniel need to talk about helping her? She helped half the house in astronomy and runes, who cared if she wanted help on her practical exam?
She turned her attention back to her notes, content to read for a moment, when Mr. Griffith brought up Daniel. Head whipping around, her eyes widened in surprise. She did not like this one bit. "What do you mean he's proud? He talks about it?" Confusion - with a healthy dose of annoyance - flitted across her face. Why would Daniel need to talk about helping her? She helped half the house in astronomy and runes, who cared if she wanted help on her practical exam?