Sunday, September 18th, 2022, 8:54AM
Ash spun slowly on her heel to face the younger girl directly, a bit surprised that she had spoken to her but not letting it show on her face. "You'd be surprised how low some people will stoop to save face," she said matter-of-factly, giving Cubert an off-hand thumbs up when he gave his name. (Wait, no, his name was Cullen. Cullen.) "And who says I don't know Golden Boy over here? He's a prefect, I'm the Dark Lord Rising, allegedly. We clash all the time."
She actually didn't think she'd spoken to him all that often, but the few times she could remember he'd been a bit cross with her, usually about how she'd chosen to deal with those who had dared cross the other members of her house.
"Slytherins don't get bullied," she replied, first keeping pace with the Ravenclaw prefect before falling back a step when she remembered the kid's shorter legs. The kid who she also realized hadn't yet introduced herself. "They were just praising me for my initiative in returning a lost book," she continued easily. "I would've gone with them to return the book myself, but like I said, I forgot to get something that doesn't exist. Namely the fees attached to it. Whoops."
"Speakin' of names, you've yet to give yours," She turns again to look at the fourth year, walking backwards as she speaks. Ash didn't feel the need to giver her own name, being fairly satisfied that these two already knew who she was, else they wouldn't have approached her.