Jinx was meticulous when it came to packing her stuff away. Not quite slow, but it was clear that Jinx was in no rush to leave. Though the same could not be said for those others who were sat near her. As beyond Jinny no one seemed willing to risk being near Jinx.

“So?” Jinx would repeat with a raised brow as she started the trek back to their dorm. Her gait was smooth, and controlled. It was almost a strut in truth, but something about it niggled at Jinny. It was slow, not so much that it would be terribly odd. But it felt manufactured, fake, as if Jinx was compensating somehow.

“This more questions about my time? Or were you wanting to cash in your question so soon?” She’d ask with a sly grin. Though most of her attention was outward watching and assessing the other students in the hallways.