Her dark eyes targeted Winchect once more.
"Believe me, I’ve thought about this so much lately that if there was a way around what I did, I would know.” Duvessa listened to Ava deliver that comment before raising her eyebrows once more. It was certainly hard to convince Duvessa that one was clever enough. The black haired Slytherin was kind in her last resort - laughs were scarce and she seldom likes most people. This was no occasion.

Being an observent girl, she quickly spotted the darkened expression. Whatever Ava had experienced, she had not been very different in the way Duvessa handled her emotions. Puzzling and nearly breaking down in exhustion of over thinking - but not murder. Not ending another life in exchange for happiness or satisfaction. In fact, probably would bring the opposite. Thus Duvessa commented.
"If this was the right thing to do, you should have felt satisfied that it happened." Then, she added silently to herself, "And it doesn't look like you are." Whatever Winchect was thinking, Duvessa could only think of one word: mad.

A quick glance at her friend told her that Kee was puzzling over the whole story.
"What did you do to piss off a pack of a pack of werewolves? And why didn't you get the Head of Slytherin to help you?" Kee asked and Duvessa leaned an centimeter forward in interest. Was the Slytherin going to defend herself? Or meekly admit that she was wrong? But it wasn't the latter. She looked out of the window sadly and began speaking.
“I pissed a pack of werewolves by telling them it was cool that they were werewolves.” Duvessa looked up sharply. That sounded much more like a compliment, not an insult. She refused point blank to agree with her and have her yet another look that suggested the latter. And that was when Winchect brought Thorn in the conversation. Throwing her under the bus. Blaming her.

If there was one thing that Duvessa detested (apart from glitter, fancy dresses and pink) was unloyalty or things that had no justice in them.
"Blaming Thorn now?" She said, her voice not giving away what she was feeling but her face was readable enough. But when Ava laughed at Kee's comment about going to the Head of House and using the sarcastic tone of hers.
"Oh yes," She began in defense of her best friend, "Going to the Head of Slytherin was definately a worser option that killing someone." He tone had turned ugly. Eyes bitter cold as they did. Who did that girl think she was, a mad physcho out of the hospital and a near murderer, even speaking to Duvessa and Caoimhe?

Curiosity nearly killed her. She was curious to know what exactly was the condition but pride had gotten the better of her. Perhaps one of the first times since she had stepped into Hogwarts.

@Ava Winchect, @Caoimhe Kyle