Romilda Vane. Typical. If there was one person he could've bumped into in this mood who could make it worse, it was her. He'd barely even given her half a glance before the fight, but seeing her side with Ioan well that made her an enemy didn't it?
"Yeah?" He said sharply, "Wouldn't surprise me if you did. Would it?" He stood up, not bothering to assist her. Of course, the parchment scattered around was too much for his mingling rage and curiosity to ignore. He reached down and snatched up a page, running his eyes over an ingredients list for a potion he didn't understand.
"Little late to be out studying huh?" Taff sneered, not believing for a second that this was merely homework. Clearly, she and Ioan and Ant were planning something. Paranoid much?