Julian straightened in his seat, feeling the pressure to appear as though all was well now more than ever. He ignored the headache and silently thanked Merlin that he wasn't currently feeling like he was going to pass out. The library had apparently done wonders; that, or Broccoli-hurts did. Quirking an eyebrow, he folded his hands neatly on top of the book.
"May I ask what gave you that impression?" he asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. It was clear that her seniority meant nothing to him, and were it not for his tendency to stay polite no matter what he would have asked why he should care if she bought or not. Perhaps some other time, should he suddenly take a turn for the worst and need her to piss off.
He continued. "Honestly, I'm just studying. So if you didn't need anything, would you mind..?" Julian trailed off, eyes catching the badge on her robes for the first time. Ravenclaw. She wasn't even a Slytherin. Immediately, his evaluation of her went down. A Slytherin was one that had to be shown some respect, but Ravenclaws he could be more unbecoming towards. Of course, Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs were at the bottom of his self-made social ladder; they were open season and were held about as highly as house elves. Except for Susan Bones. She, unlike her housemates, was actually useful.
He looked back down at his book and picked up his quill to dip it into the ink, a silent dismissal.