Narrowing her eyes at him, her concentration lost, her hair faded to it's normal, mousy brown for the first time that afternoon. Her hair was not often yellow, even if she was in a good mood. It was the really emotional ones that got her for the most part. Even when excited, it was only the ends of her hair that changed, not the whole thing. Still, she hated advertising her moods thanks to her hair.

"It takes a lot of effort, I'm not sure it'd be worth it at that point." She laughed, thinking about how there would probably be lots of women who would like that ability and it was lost on Sloane, who didn't truly care.

Still, she felt a bit better now, no longer in the mood to sulk and pout at least. Cammie had won that round, she supposed. "How are you at Transfiguration? This is gibberish to me." She motioned to the homework before her. Maybe he'd humor her for a little longer and she'd be rid of the sour mood altogether. Or at least focused on something else.