Rosalina jerked coyly in the direction of Christopher, she had been faintly startled by the approach of an individual. Spinning daintily to see who had surprised her, she brought her eyes to his which were gleaming with confidence. He had bow slightly as he presented her a flower,
“I believe it is a white orchid woven with purple and blue - hand grown."
Rosalina smiled sweetly, one hand on her chest the other grasping her scroll, “Oh,” her smile widened, “why thank you.”
She moved a tiny step towards him, and rather had to lean forward in order to take the pretty floret from this individual’s hand, as she didn’t want to move to far away from Christopher. Christopher had specifically warned her during their journey to the academy that ‘even though someone may appear pleasant that doesn’t mean they are.’ Upon retrieving the flower she straightened up bringing it to her nose to take in its scent. Christopher’s eyes rolled about ‘haven’t even unpacked and it’s already started’ he thought irritated by the nerve of the demon. He turned his attention down towards his scroll - aside from attaining their personalized agenda, the pupils received living quarter’s arrangements and he hoped this demon would not be sharing his quarters, dormitory or common room. Fascination towards Rosalina wasn’t something he wished to supervise.
“Its fragrance is so sweet,” she beamed at the floret like it made her day, “hand grown is forever more ambrosial, wouldn’t you agree?” the octave of her voice high-pitched; melodious. Rosalina gazed credulously at the one who had handed her the flower, awaiting his reply yet was cut off by Christopher,
“Rose you’re in living quarters AW - as am I, seems like Socratic knows what he’s doing by putting us together. We should get a move on,” his eyes portrayed ice as he glared up from his scroll in the direction of the demon, “what about you?” Christopher’s voice matched his eyes.
“Christopher,” Rosalina whispered, “the antagonism is uncalled for.”
“Quite you,” he ordered harshly not lifting his gaze from the demon, who had unmistakably pressed Christopher’s infuriation switch, “you know better than to speak when two males are conversing.”
Rosalina immediately sealed her lips and shifted her gaze to the floor.
“Well?” Christopher pestered, “what quarters are you in?”
As Christopher continued to cross-examine the demon that had kindly given her the flower, Rosalina glanced up around her and made eye contact with what she presumed was a werewolf. He appeared unruly, though she placed no judgement. She bestowed a miniature smile his way prior to shifting her gaze back to the flooring.