Study of Wolfsbane Closed

As more and more eyes were directed towards the pair, Edwin grew increasingly uncomfortable. Attention was something that he made an effort to avoid, after all, attention would always lead to him having to do more, and more. Talk to more people, do more tasks.. Nothing good ever came from being the centre of attention. And that was exactly what they'd became.

No more retorts were fired towards Edwin, leaving him in an uncomfortable silence. The silence allowed for Edwin to observe the other boy closer, the intensity of his rage becoming all the more apparent. He wouldn't have been surprised if he suddenly found Olivers fist smashing into his nose, but, thankfully, no such attacks came. Nothing came, in fact, no more biting remarks, or retorts to Edwins claims. Edwin continued to sit in the silence, until it was pierced by a cough.

Edwin observed the boy for a moment, a brief pang of sympathy running through him at the Hufflepuffs sudden ill turn. However, his expression showed no sign of this change. Instead, he suddenly rose to his feet, throwing his bag over his shoulder. He moved towards the exit of the library, pausing only for a moment besides Oliver.

"You know.." He began, his voice a hushed whisper, loud enough for Oliver, and Oliver only, to hear. "If they all remembered that potion, you'd get no more reports of new werewolves being discovered, and infected."

That was all that he said, quickly continuing onwards towards the exit, his chin held high, outwardly composed, not allowing anyone to see the embarrassment that he had felt, having created that scene. The only hints being a slight redness burning at the tips of his ears.