Kitty took a deep breath, consciously keeping her hands on the table and not mimicking his theatrics with his face in place of the book. I’m spending too much time with Yoko…
“I- yes…“ she squinted at him, “Not jive…Jas?“ realistically there weren’t that many people in the school that spoke that fast, let alone in her year.
“I’ve been better, Sprout’s killing me with this- wait, you’re in the other Herbology class? Do we have the same homework? Why are you looking up dittany, did we get a choice? Please say there was a choice, I hate mandrakes.“ she shifted the stacks of books around to make room at the table, “And you’re welcome to use it, but the book stays in my sight.“
With any look he’ll take pity on the stupid snake and bail me out.
“Thank” he said, beaming as he took a seat on the chair directly beside her.
“Mandrakes was… um…. yeah, it was an option the essay question! You could probably do it if you’ve been studying it but I figured dittany was easier cos there’s more you can write about. There were other choices like Floo or Mimbletonia but that’s less interesting, I think, anyway…”he trailed off briefly because quickly - and loudly - snapping his fingers, startling a first year behind him.
“OH ACTUALLY I heard off a Gryffindor in my class last week that if you can talk about wand woods you get crazy marks. I don’t see how they’ll ask about though cos trees aren’t set to come up in the test, still it’s something worth knowing right? Wand woods are seriously fascinating.”
The amount of times Yoko had to charm a book out of its shelf to come down to her should start to be embarrassing at this stage, or at least that was what another student had tittered. She shot them a glare before muttering that they ought to die in her native language (aka. the ultimate insult in her culture).
She was about to sit down at her desk again when she spotted Kitty across the room. It seemed she was the one who’d stolen the vast majority of the books in the herbology section. Honestly, she wasn’t surprises. Rolling up a piece of parchment paper, she strode over to where she sat, ignoring her guest as she whacked the Slytherin over the head with the piece of paper.
“悪魔じゃなあ！おまえがすべての教科書を盗まれんよ！” She growled at her before quickly switching to a language she’d understand, “You stole all the books!” She whacked her over the head a second time, “You demon!”
