[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Orange]Fae Mintfree[/color][/h1][img]https://media2.giphy.com/media/gfTsImGj2fDZGDFl50/source.gif[/img][hr]
[color=orange][b]Location:[/b][/color] Train Hallway
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Fae's eyes flicked from Ismelda to the pair of approaching prefects. Her lips, still in their sinister smile, twitched, rearranging ever so slightly to a more playful one. It seemed luck was on her side. Rather then sending a pair of strangers, fate had instead elected to send her best friend and her tutor. 

[color=orange]"Madame Prefects. We were just leaving,"[/color] Fae said with some minor amusement, giving a small bow to the trio around them. As her upper body dipped forward, she felt the familiar feeling of paws hopping onto her upper body. She straightened up, raising a hand to gently pet the gorgeous cat that rested on her shoulder, a look of complete adoration on her face as she looked at the little thing. She'd always felt that Felix was a sort of a surrogate pet for her, showing her what it was like to be around an animal that didn't detest every fiber of her being. She'd missed the little feline, even more than she'd missed a couple members of her Quidditch team.

She turned back to face the other girls, replying to Maddy's smile with her own knowing smirk. She suspected she'd be able to get out of this with little more than a slap on the wrist, or perhaps even with two more people to accompany them to the Exploding Snap tournament, maybe even three more, if Artemis accepted Elizabeth's invitation. But before Fae could extend the offer to them, her attention was pulled away by someone Fae hadn't even noticed was nearby: the trolley witch. It's funny how people like that blend into the background, not to be noticed until it was too late. 

She didn't mind enough to let it steal the smile from her lips though. Punishment wasn't new to her or Flame. To her, Hogwarts wouldn't be the same without detention. A large portion of the time, whatever they got in trouble for was worth whatever punishment the school had in store. She was about to give her name, when the trolley witch made specific mention of the Ravenclaw Prefect, an action that caused look of confusion took up residence on Fae's face. Trouble might not have been anything special for her and Flame, but as far as she knew, it was pretty new for Mary. New and unwanted. And, in Fae's mind, unjust. Her confusion picked up a light tone of annoyance as she tilted her head, eyes on the sweets saleswoman. 

[color=orange]"Wait, that's bullshite, innit?! You can't get a prefect in trouble for bein' a prefect."[/color] She asked, her eyes flicking from the trolley witch to Maddy and Flame, flipping between the two, looking for confirmation. [color=orange]"She can't do that, right? It'd be like reportin' her trolley-totin' arse for sellin' overpriced treats, yeah?"[/color]