Melody raised an eyebrow at Ian, she wasn’t really paying attention since her eyes were focused on Swagglebone and then the beer, sure, butterbear had barely any alcohol in it, but she was on her second jug now, and she didn’t seem so hot, maybe she’s just like those people who can’t drink much alcohol.
“Yeah, whatever you say...Swagglebone’s just a wet blanket, I get the best marks on potions and I can’t even get a well done from him. Not every third year can make an amazing Wit-Sharpening potion you know, ya?
Melody leaned in a bit closer to the emotionless kid, looking around at the others in the Inn to make sure.
“I know ‘Wagglebone’s a prick, but do you think he has anything else of suspicion? Strange incidents? Injuries maybe? You stop that by the way, you can’t possible be so emotionless all the time.”
Being one of strong emotion, emotionlessness really seemed off to her, despite her being quite empty as well on some days, such a hypocrite. She seemed kind of drowsy due to the influence of the butterbear though, as she finished her jug.
@Jeremi @Lucky