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"I'd have to talk with them, but even mentioning that I told you this might get me in some deep shit.  So I'd prefer you keep this knowledge hush hush,"  he winced as he was reminded that Rae was very much still in hiding.  "It's probably better for your own safety as well, no telling who these mages are or what they'll do once Kindred start figuring out what's going on,"  he looks up attempting to time how soon the sun's first light was to reach them.  "I have a feeling things are just starting to ramp up and I wouldn't want either of us caught up in the crossfire," Khalid flushes slightly at his own sentence, but quickly hides it by checking the time on his phone.

Seeing him check his phone, Aubrey steals a glance at her own and lets out a tsk as the night wanes away. “Think about it then, Khal,”  she places the phone in her tote and looks about to spot where Amun had run off to. “With all that craziness and the murder at Brasenose the other night, I’d rather be in on it then stalked unknowingly. And don’t worry, my lips always  remain sealed. Well, for secrets at least.”  With a wink she pulls away and stretches her arms over her head. “Anyway I should head out, it’s getting awfully late. If you ever want to get a bite, you know how to reach me.”  With a wave to Khalid and a snap towards the cat, she struts off down the road, back towards campus. (Continued in Brasenose College...)

(Continued from Brasenose College…) Tuesday evening, Aubrey makes her way back into town and towards the Sociology faculty building. Unlike her visit the previous night, when she arrives this time it’s at least less overtly-closed. Well, marginally less so at least. Stalking up to the front door, she moves to enter, rapping her knuckles sharply against the glass first before pulling at the door to enter.

The door shakes and rattles, but is clearly locked. The windows of the building are also dark. Clearly, the university admin staff doesn't tend to put in overtime.

Aubrey petulantly stomper her foot as the door remains steadfast shut. Who the fuck just leaves with the whole evening there? Pacing about, she pulls her phone from her tote and searches the department online. Who runs this shitty department even, god… Someone named Tania Boyt. Okay. Dear Ms. Boyt, I am so sorry to bother you so late in the evening but I wouldn’t if I didn’t feel this was urgent. My name is Aubrey and I just recently started here on the Anthro and Arch track. My first few days went fine but in the last couple there have been some… incidents. I wish I had a better way to explain this over e-mail, but, well, I tried to come to the Faculty when I felt safe and comfortable enough to do so but by then you were already closed, unfortunately, so this seemed my next best step. I apologize if reaching out like this was too forthcoming and appreciate your understanding. I am hoping we can schedule a time that we could meet and discuss this in person. As the head of the department, I feel most confident that you are the only one who could help me with the discretion and tact this requires. Please respond as soon as you are able, and I’m terribly sorry for any inconvenience this may cause. Thank you in advance for any and all help with this matter, Yours respectfully, Aubrey Knight It took a certain level of projecting to type something as banal and formal as that out ー a mental gymnastic needing a tightrope walk to scripts long ago read, above a chasm of casual approachability, but eventually she had something she was happy with. Now she’d just need to think of what the fuck she was talking about should the woman comply. Not that some majesty wouldn’t surely work once she was face to face with her, that is. In the meantime, she finds herself at a loss as for what to do. This had been her plan. Get to the faculty earlier than last night, get what she needed, move on. Now she had an hour to kill before her next appointment, and the anger over being denied was clouding any ideas of what to do in the meantime. Or maybe I'm just hungry. That was a possibility. And in that moment, for whatever reason, the face that popped into her mind was that of the little wallflower from Liam's party the other night. Didn't I tell her to come find me? Tsk.  Pulling up her Facebook, she starts to search through Liam's page again, before remembering who she herself was. A quick search of the tags pulled up exactly what she was looking for. Nora . Right.  She'd even made sure to keep herself in focus for the camera as they took their selfie together. Liking the photo, she drops a quick comment — a sole emoji with a single phrase before it. a star is born ;)

A few minutes later, Aubrey's phone buzzes with a notification: Facebook friend request from Nora Jones.

Seeing the notification come in, Aubrey smirks to herself in self-satisfaction. She continued along though, ignoring it for now. Wouldn't want her to think I actually cared . Instead, she focuses on her new task — feeding before her meeting with this tutor of hers. Setting out into the early evening, she makes her way from the Sociology faculty building to some of the clubs near she'd stalked over the last few nights, and begins her hunt in earnest.

It’s not long before she’s a drink and a half deep talking to some  Sigma Beta Whateva  boy named Allan or Alex or something about how,  “like, yes you’re  sooo  right haha Fight Club totally  was  the peak of cinema! Oh my god, like, maybe  you  should be making films! I can  totally  get you an audition with David Fincher.”  She groans beneath every word as she leads him into a dark corner booth by the sleeve of his letterman jacket and, pushing him back into the leather of the bar’s bench, gifts him almost two seconds of tongue before taking two long drags of blood from the side of his neck. Walking out later, she grabs another shot of something hard. She may not be able to drink the stuff, but at least it’d burn the taste of him from her mouth. 

Previous Post Location:  Brasenose Date: Wednesday (I think?) Time: 8:05 Khalid slows from a brisk walk to a slow stride as he enters the café.  Losing track of time was not a difficult task during an open sparring session.  Opponent after opponent, they all seemed to meld together along with the incessant buzz of the timer.  He had hoped for more time to prepare but at least he saved himself enough time for a shower before meeting with Aubrey. Finally spotting the Kindred as he walked past the counter. "Long time no see, what's it been?  Like two days,"  he offered a casual grin as he approached.  

"You counting?"  From where she sits at a table nearby, Aubrey glances up from her menu to flash a quick smile to the mage, then looks right back down. "Are you hungry? They've not much of a food menu but there was a time I'd have like, killed  for a spot of chocolate cake or... oooh  how'd I miss the belgian waffle? That's so tempting what the fuck."

Khalid slid into his chair, eyeing the menu as he sat, "Hmmmm, those are damn tempting.  But I've been itching for a smoothie bowl lately."   He made his choice and scanned the café, an idle glance to search for the unordinary and sate his minor paranoia.  He turns back to Aubrey, blushing slightly as his gaze meets hers.  His eyes dart away and his thoughts shift abruptly as he spots the Kindred's companion,  "How've things been with Amun?"

“ Meowlando  here is just fine,”  she says with a hmph . “Less than cooperative but like, it’s not like I need him anyway.” She places her menu to the side and turns away from the cat beside her. “Anyway get whatever you like, I admittedly grabbed a bite on the way here so I’m rather full.” She flashes a toothy grin at him, her incisors ー while not extended into fangs at the moment ー still discernibly sharper than any mortals. “A smoothie would be incredible though.”

"I'd like to think you'll never need him,"  he gives Amun a respectful nod and settles in his chair.  Aubrey's comment on her hunger reminded him of Professor McCulloch's words, but they were swept to the side as he placed his order, "I thought Kindred couldn't eat normal food?  At least that's what others have told me." He pulled off his jacket, letting it rest on the back of his seat and looked towards Aubrey, "So I'll be honest, I'm not great at reading between the lines.  Are we here for business or..."   He trailed off, gauging Aubrey's reaction.

"Well I didn't say I had normal food  on the way here, did I?"  She smirks. "But of course I can , it doesn't exactly taste, like, as great as I guess it used to? Takes a bit of effort — and I can't totally keep it down for more than a few hours — but like? If I want to enjoy a smoothie again I can." "Anyway," she starts, happily looking back down at her menu as she debates between drinks,  "Can you not be here because I asked  you to be here? You helped me the other day. I'm buying you food. And the way you stare at me warily all the time is cute." Her eyes flash back up, staring fiercely through her downward gaze. Unblinking, when she speaks again it's in a hushed tone.  "You're not worried I'm gonna bite you, are you?"

"No I'm used to the bite.  It's what comes after that I'm not so comfortable with."  His brow tightens, the beginnings of a scowl forming, as his thoughts shift to Rae and Eve.  His hands slide into his jacket pockets, finding his gloves as a small comfort,  "I've been used before. I just want to make sure it's not happening again. At least not without my consent."   His mood lightens and his casual smile returns, "But buying me food sounds like a good time.  Haven't eaten in a while though, I hope your coffers can handle that.  I might even treat myself to two smoothie bowls."

"I'll have to dig really  deep but I'm sure wallet can take the hit," she laughs. "You've been with kindred before though? Who used you?"

He laces his fingers behind his head, leaning back in his chair as he sighs, "Same group as that night in the library.  Not Liam, there were three others."   He bites his lip, debating on how best to speak of his Kindred companions, "I'm not sure how much Liam has told you outside of what I've said, but of the three there were two who saw fit to use me as their personal bloodbag.  I heal quick so they could keep feeding on me at the hour if they wanted to.  At.. at first I didn't mind, I'm sure you know how it feels but afterwards I..."   He trailed off only just noticing a well of blood from his thumb, a result of him picking at the dead skin.  He pulled a napkin from the table dabbing at the small injury and continued, "I don't know how to describe it.  I just felt disgusted, but I also wanted more.  And then that thought disgusted me."   He looked towards Aubrey, only just realizing how fervently he had been talking, "Damn, this is not a good topic for a date.  I'm sorry."

Aubrey listens fully to Khalid’s story, her mouth opening in shock as he speaks of the way he was used as a bloodbag. I could just feed off him all day? Her mouth starts to salivate at the thought as she adopts a look of great concern. “Don’t apologise,”  she assures him. “ They  should, the ones who did this. Honestly this whole group from that night sounds sketch as fuck, no offence.”   She leans forward over the table, holding her head in one hand. “Who exactly was it? I know you and Liam were there, obvs, and Liam’s little toady? That guy. I dunno his name or whatever. But who were the kindred? I have influence you know, I could help you deal with them, yeah?”

He chuckled nervously reminiscing on the night, "Mehdi, he rides a toad.  Honestly probably the most chill of the group, not really sure why he sticks with Liam."  He paused, checking his thumb to find the bleeding stopped, "I'm not sure how much I can speak about the others.  One of them is in enough trouble as is."   Khalid rested his forearms on the table, "That whole night, not just the group was sketch as fuck.  Have you heard anything about an Elder called Silas Mallock?"

She considers pressing further on the 'toad' comment, but ignores it. "Yeah definitely haven't, but like if he and the others used you why protect them? I'd be like, burning their houses down in the middle of the day y'know?"  She laughs,  "If one's already in trouble make it worse. Or are you nervous because this All-cock guy's an elder?"

Khalid shakes his head, "No, Silas didn't use me.  I actually saved him from being eaten twice, once by another kindred and the other by that eldritch beast.  He's hibernating or something now and with Liam, I thought maybe he'd have woken up by now."   He slides his hand back into his jacket pocket, finding comfort in the worn synthetic leather of his gloves.  "I've been advised to not meddle in Kindred politics and considering they both attend Oxford.  I'm not sure I want that sort of target on my back, trust me I've thought about it."   He gives Aubrey a quizzical look, "And besides say I told you.  You'd really put yourself out there on my grudge?  What'd be in it for you?"

“Can’t I just want to pay back such a cute face?” Her smile suddenly dropping, she thinks harder about what he’d said first.  “He’s in torpor? And the professor just has him? Weird… ” She looks at him quizzically. Wait she’d heard something about this right? She’d like, just talked to that Mickey guy about it, hadn’t she?   “Oh my god  wait! There’s like, an investigation into that I heard. You know who was involved?”  She gasps, but lowers her voice as she leans in, “Like, if you don’t wanna get involved in kindred stuff that’s fine but tell me  yeah ? Then you can go on ignoring it all. I live for hot goss like that though.”

Khalid blushes, his expression quickly turning serious at Aubrey's mention of an investigation, "There's an investigation?  Why?"   The half-musing statement ignited a train of thoughts.  Has Silas not been returned?  Did someone take him from Liam?  No, Medhi mentioned something about Liam's superior.   "Ok fine.  The short and fast starts from the story I told you.  After saving Silas from that eldritch beast we ran outside where it couldn't reach us.  It was me, Mehdi (the toad guy), Liam, Silas, and two other Kindred.  I'll call them E and R, I'm pretty sure E is R's sire.  Anyway  we popped outside and shit went to hell.  Liam and R were frenzying or something and both dove at Silas who spent about all his energy running.  He went down and they started feasting on him. I decided since I went through all the effort to pull that monstrosity off him a few Kindred couldn't be too hard.  I restrained R and Liam backed off.  Silas was in torpor I guess and I was in no position to carry an Elder anywhere so Liam said he'd take care of it and he took him."    He thinks back, running back through the night's events, "We split after that, exchanged contact info and I assumed Silas would be taken care of.  I went with Ra.."  He catches himself, "I went with R and E so I didn't see where Liam took the body."

"What."  Aubrey blinks twice. "This all really happened like, a week ago? That's... wait."  Something suddenly registers in her mind. Something that seemed like it was staring her in the face all along. An attack on an Elder. A mystery kindred restrained while in a frenzy. A kindred that fed at a party Liam was hosting, killing their victim. A kindred whose name starts with 'Ra-" . A kindred who did this all on the same day.   "...that name you were about to say... okay this'll sound silly if I'm wrong but... it wasn't, like, "Raziel", was it?"

Khalid tenses under the table, gripping his glove tight, and narrows his eyes ever so slightly.  "You know Rae?"

Aubrey's ears pull back at his recognition a weird mix of alarm bells and sirens flare in her mind as she cooly cocks her head to one side. "I mean like, not particularly?"  She rests her chin in her hand, glancing up thoughtfully, "She's on the same track as me though, yeah? Arch and Anthro, so like, reputation and stuff, y'know? But the name sticks out cause like... I mean do I even have to explain that?" She chuckles. "Anyway she's in Keble I think and a little older so I haven't had the chance but this is just so weird cause I've been hoping to meet her? I've been here not even a week and the workload's already cray, so I asked around and got her name as someone to go to for help studying." "Ugh I don't wanna keep on going so off-topic from our 'date' here but you couldn't introduce me could you?"  With an innocent little smile she looks up into his eyes, blinkingly.  "Would owe you sooo much more than some cheap smoothie bowls."

"I... I don't know.  She's been busy recently, but I could text her."  He pulls out his phone sending a brief message.  "You just want to meet her to study then?"  He raised an eyebrow looking up from his phone. 

"I mean, yeah?"  Shrugging, Aubrey motions to a waitress to order.  "Believe it or not growing up on stage didn't leave lots of room for learning what "ethno-centrifugism" is or what foods were okay on the original "paleolithic" diet," she laughs. "Not much for studying, really."

He nods, "That's fair.  But you gotta look at this from my perspective.  Crazy shit has happened around us and we're all a little paranoid."   A buzz prompts him to flip his phone over, reading his notifications.  "Lucky you. Seems she's interested, I'll give you her number,"  he sends Rae's info over before sliding his phone back into his pocket.  "If you meet her I'd appreciate if you don't mention anything I've said about her."

Aubrey checks her phone and stares at the number he’d sent. All this time tracking the girl down, chasing leads and running rituals and pulling favors and… she was finally within her grasp. And thanks to someone I wasn’t even aware had any connection, too.  Her face is all smiles, but inside a devilish grin spreads wide from ear to ear as she thinks of all the praise Cammy and Hera would have for her soon. ”Wicked, thanks luv I’ll hit her up after we’re done I suppose.”  As the waitress approaches she puts in their orders and kicks back in her seat, humming a jaunty tune. “So anyway what’s new at Hogwarts? I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been running around constantly imagining you in a little nerdy robe like them. Learned any juicy new spells?”

He smiles leaning back casually in his chair, "Y'know I'm like 80 percent sure that series was written just to mess with us.  Unfortunately magic takes a little longer to learn than a few words and a swish of a wand.  At the moment I'm delving into the Mind Arcana."   He gives Aubrey a playfully serious look and wiggles his fingers in her direction, "If you give me a couple days I should be able to read your mind."

"' Mind Arcana ' hmm?"  She leans forward, her mind itself racing with equal parts fascination and fear, "Hope they teach you not to pry uninvited. That said, that's interesting. I can't quite do that myself, but I know there are some kindred who specialise in such things. Wonder how that compares..."

He nods, "Yeah not gonna lie, probing peoples minds doesn't sit well with me.  I'm more interested in the defensive capabilities of the arcana.  I've seen and heard of Kindred who can pull that kind of thing off and I'd rather not become a victim to it."  He pauses, a concerned look brushing over his face before turning curiously back to Aubrey, "Y'know we never really talk about what you can pull off.  What cool secret vampire powers do you have tucked away?"

Aubrey raises a hand to cover her mouth as she laughs, "I have nothing 'tucked away'. I just have my charm and good looks — if it just so happens no one can resist those, well, that's like, on them, yeah?"  She meets his gaze, but her eyes drift around the room, running over each mortal going about their lives, so unaware of the apex predator sat among them. "I told  you, did I not? The only reason they're all not currently waiting on me hand and foot is because it'd totally interrupt our pleasant convo, Khal."

"So you're saying your good looks are all natural?"  He relaxes, finally releasing the grip on his glove and pulls his hand out of his pocket.  "I'm not sure if I'd have as much self control as you given the opportunity.  But I do appreciate the respect you're giving our conversation."   He smiled but not with his eyes, as he followed her gaze around the room, his demeanor growing more sullen.  "Does it ever bother you?  Manipulating humans."

Aubrey looks at him as if he’d suddenly sprouted antennae. “…Why would it bother me? Does it bother you when like, a plant uses water to grow? When a cat kills a mouse to feed? Or when you like, mess with reality to talk to cats?”  She shrugs nonchalantly. “It’s just natural order stuff, yeah?”

Khalid raises an eyebrow, "It is by definition, unnatural when I speak with cats.  Near all of our magic is a paradox of the natural order."   His eyes shoot to Amun, "I do not think you should base your actions on what's natural or not."   His thoughts drift to his time at his uncle's slaughterhouse, he used similar words all the while laughing at Khalid's concern for the cattle set to be butchered.  Did Kindred seem so different in the face of such inhumanity?  Perhaps a topic best broached not over smoothie bowls.  He offers Aubrey resigned smile more akin to a grimace,  "Either way you answered my question, I don't think I'm particularly interested in a debate on Kindred morals over smoothie bowls."

"Suit yourself,"  she shrugs, giving the matter little thought. Her mind does wonder though at the 'paradox of the natural' he'd referred to, and she takes a spoonful of smoothie before attempting to put it into words. "What does that mean though? That paradox stuff? You can do 'magic', which is like totally cool and all, but doesn't the fact it exists at all make  it natural? Like, if it was so unnatural why would it exist then, you know?"

"If everything that exists is natural, then what is unnatural?"  He absentmindedly mixes the peanut butter with the acai smoothie base in his bowl.  "Our magic breaks reality.  Well maybe break isn't the right word... bends.  Our magic bends reality.  Where a fact or truth may exist in this world we can, for a time, manipulate it.  Doing so risks a form of backlash called paradox, as we are pulling at the very fabric of what holds this world together."  He takes a spoonful from his bowl, mulling over his next words as he eats.  "For someone of my level the paradox is usually not severe.  Most often it just twists my magic in a way I did not intend, or results in an anomaly of the surrounding area.  The less I try to change the world's truths, the less I reach in my capabilities, the less harmful the paradox."   He looks up from his smoothie bowl, measuring Aubrey's interest.

Aubrey blinks vacantly, as if attempting to process his words, but her brow furrows in frustration. "Okay so like... is that why magicians say they can never reveal their tricks? Because it'd be a paradox? If you tried to pull not one but like a dozen rabbits out of your hat at once, would the the world just end in one big floppy-eared apocalypse?" She takes another spoonful of her bowl and waves it around without eating. "I mean, if even super simple stuff gets this backlash like, why would you do it? Like I know why I'd  do it — because who cares what reality wants if it isn't what I  want, right? Oh and also, ~ magic~ . — but you seem to care about that sort of thing?"

"No, it's like..."  He sighs trying to find the right words, "Our magic affects at different levels.  The small stuff, like what I can do, is really just modifying the rules.  Like I can change the direction of gravity on a person or object, but I can't make gravity not exist.  The really big stuff is pure creation or annihilation, creating a sun in the palm of my hand or disintegrating a building."   He readies another spoonful of his smoothie, carefully collecting the individual components in his bowl to craft the perfect bite. "The simple stuff I do only gets backlash if I stretch my limits, and I know my limits pretty well.  Like I generally have to choose to allow a spell to cause paradox."   He takes a bite, gesturing with his spoon.  "I have these abilities, that's a fact I can't change.  I'm more dangerous the less I know, so just like hitting the gym I've got to use my magic to get better and stronger. "   He meets Aubrey's gaze, And yeah I do care about that sort of thing, why don't you?   The frustrating nature of Kindred seemed to enjoy vexing him at every opportunity.

“You can disintegrate a building?”  Her eyes widen in awe. Was that kind of power really possible to someone? I can see some vague visions of a person,  she supposes. And she’d only begun to scratch the surface of what Hera and the Circle seemed capable of. Do they have that kind of power? Holy shit do I? She holds Khalid’s searching gaze, but her thoughts are elsewhere, deeply entrenched in the possibilities actual practice could grant her, she barely registers most of what he says about limits and backlash, rejoining just in time to hear his gym analogy. ”Yeah that makes sense! The gym, innit? If I study more I could also be more powerful and all that!” Her eyes light up as she speaks, but then she pauses. “With anthropology and stuff, of course. “You couldn’t teach me those spells could you? I bet I could learn that silly high wizard tongue you used the other day.”

He grunts out a laugh, "I don't think I could teach you much. I've heard Awakened and Kindred are incompatible with their abilities.  But! I've heard that the Kindred have their own sort of magic."   He gestures in a wizardly fashion with his spoon, "I don't know too much about it, but I'm gonna guess it involves blood somehow.  It's also probably a bit more limited than Awakened magic, but I'm sure you can pull off some interesting stuff with it."  

“Incompatible?”  Her excitement quickly deflates. “But I wanna disintegrate a building…”  She thinks back to the other day, the sounds of his odd chanting distant and hard to recall, but the tone still memorable. “It’s just a bunch of people words though, right? Why would being kindred mean I can’t say some dumb old words? Ugh whatever. You better keep practicing then, kay? I wanna disintegrate a building one day, like, vicariously through you.”  Her smile is near-saccharine, matching the tone her voice takes as she bats her lashes.

"Well maybe you can make like a blood tsunami or something?" Khalid makes his best attempt to reconcile upon seeing Aubrey's deflation.  "Disintegrating a building isn't really any fun anyway, it kinda just goes poof." He mixes his smoothie bowl, picking at the remains.  "High Speech is more complicated than just random words.  That's just what it sounds like to people who can't understand it.  Although..."   He thinks for a moment.  Could non-Awakened learn to speak in supernal truth's?  Has anyone tried to teach it to a Sleeper, let alone a Kindred.   "I'm sure it wouldn't be the most exciting, but we could try.  Can't guarantee anything though."

Her eyes light back up. “Ohh how hard could it be! Try me, just like, one word.”  She sits forwards, hands clasped together attentively.

"Ok, how about this:  p̷̧̧͓̩̈́̄̀̑̽̾͊͜ͅr̷̨̯͈̜̟̣̦͔̃͊́̓͗̒̎͌̑̓e̸̮̹̟̗̫̼̱̭̤͇͆̿̔̎̿̃͜t̶̢͕̫̣̲̺̫͒̈́͝ţ̵̛̛̩̲̻̝̰̤̳͉̥̎̉́̊̃̇͑̕̕y̵̧̯͙̥͓̟̰͉̖̒͛̌͛̇̀̇̏̉̋̕͝" He intones a supernal truth, his last word parting a lasting meaning at least to his Awakened ears.

Aubrey listens, ready to regurgitate whatever fancy-shmancy magic dribble he uttered back at him ー cognizant of its meaning or not ー but when he opens his mouth, the sound that comes out is… no word. It’s hardly an utterance at all it‘s more like buzzing, yet less aloud and more in her ears, as if denoting an absence of where a word should be. Her nose crinkles and brow furrows as her excitement once more sours in her mouth. “That’s… what the hell was  that?”  She nearly attempts to recreate it but thinks better, instead pulling at her earlobe as if something was just lodged within. “Like, what? I… like I barely know any French but at least when I hear it I can still tell it’s words…”

Khalid nods, it was the expected reaction, but not the one he was hoping for.  "I've been told it sounds different ."   He finishes the last bite of his bowl catching Amun's piercing gaze once more, "Hmmm, I could try to replicate the trick I used to speak with Amun.  It wouldn't be exactly the same, and I'd need some time to figure it out.  But maybe..."   He trails off already thinking on the possible applications of the Prime Arcana in his endeavor.

"That would be interesting..." She takes a spoonful of smoothie bowl into her mouth and lets the dulled flavor sit there. Truth be told she wasn't sure how even she felt about this whole dinner. He'd asked her earlier why she'd reached out and... she didn't really have an answer. Do I actually like him? No not likely, she shakes her head to herself. But he ~is~... nice to have around. In a way. As has been the case for as long as she's hung around him, the temptation to flood his mind with Her and ensure he sticks around is a strong one, but for now she was content to let him go. "...anyway I super tradge have to get going soon for some other business I unfortunately have, so  tell me some more about how totally inaccurate Potter is before we're done." She smiles at him, brushing a strand of hair from her face as they go about the rest of their 'date'.