Kenedy Amethyst Ribaldi

That was hardly funny, Kenedy… I think my heart may have stopped. 

Is that supposed to make me feel guilty? 'Cause it's not.

It isn’t right.

You're ruining my fun dear, why don't you just run off and play with your books?

"As always," he answered, his tone rough from the Bourbon he had devoured the night before. "Care to join?"

Depends if it is worth my time.

Holy shit...

It's more amusing this way. What's the problem? It's not like you're in your birthday suit.

What makes you believe that, love?

"My head feels truly awful. Firewhiskey and scotch do not bode well together.”

I could've told you that, mate

Only one more day ‘till the weekend. Bring on the havoc. 

Do you have something planned then?

Well if they are scared by how attractive I am.

I'm not sure that's how that works.

I wonder how many first years I can scare…

With that face? Plenty.

What's your issue?

Well, anyway, {Passes Kenedy a mug and raises her own it up} To a good year.

Yeah, right. *takes the mug and a bottle out of her robes*

Sixth. I usually stick to behind the crowds, back of classrooms, or the Room of Requirement… What’s your year?

Sixth as well.

Interesting.

I haven't seen you around before. What year are you?

Slytherin. You?

Just the name I like to hear.

Keisa Nichols at your service. And you?

Kenedy Ribaldi. At my service? I quite like that. What house?

Why don’t you come to class and find out?

We'll see. Have a nice day.

It is and if you have any sassy remarks or the like, please keep it to yourself.

Who are you exactly?