30 Jun 2026, 04:45
Cygne
time: 2:10 PM, December. 5 2025
speech/thoughts
location: transfiguration class
mention: @Dahlia Lee
ooc: if you want to end the rp here lmk! Or you want to add one last post! Let me know! Angel is already about to leave the classroom completely just fyi.
wc: 338
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Angel only was intrigued by Dahlia's comments once again. She did felt attacked, Angel began to wonder again how easy she was to bait on emotions. Already ending the debate and ending in a abrupt way. Angel never even considered it one. Whilst the lion was making it's daily remarks, daily due to how she thought it was commonplace for her to keep arguing. The Dahlia has chosen it's wrong battle.
Dumbfounded. Only she sighed, some people really are just stubborn. Gryffindors can get argumentive. But at what point? Surely it has cost them somehow. Reputation of houses, in which she can never consider.
The whole point of this argument, she thought was because of how Dahlia didn't like her grade and whished to switch with her's. It certainly failed and probably her efforts were not bearing any success. The girl continued her ramblings in hopes Angel will feel taken aback. But all she could feel was indifferent. But the truth in hand was she was only listening to the conversation at hand.
After all, Angel was raised and taught differently. Choosing your battles. Angel never really was fond of debating or arguing not because of cowardice but due to how exhausting it can be if people just raise their voices. They won't hear any points at all.
"Finally."
Angel said boldy, the lion has run its course. What made Angel chuckled and go with a sly tone was her assumption. Her mother was muggle. Her own father was the Dhampir.
"You know, the fact you went defensive and turned away already shows how you fight. Your incorrect on your last remark. My father is the Dhampir. No one always needs to have the last word. I also never even considered debating you since the start to be frank with you." she said with a light airy tone, it was ringing in the cold air
Angel grabbed her bag and was about to go off to the door as well, perhaps even ahead. Next class is about to start. Would she hear one last remark she would not have heard it anyway.
"Shining like a diamond sing it."
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