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Honey Camacho

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

Honey would argue that their interaction with the Elfric the Eager portrait went *well*. Even if now they know that he was a goblin who felt very... *passionately* about hating wizardkind and thus did not want to talk to either Leighton or Honey very much about anything in general. Eventually he would relent and that was in part due to how annoying Honey was being and in part due to the combined stubbornness of the pair. As their conversation came to a close, Elfric (obviously) did not take very kindly to Honey teasing him about being trapped in the painting and thus incapable of hurting either of them, but that was expected and she would swear she only did it when she felt that he would no longer be very helpful to their project. The painting has since stalked off, vowing revenge, much to Honey's amusement. She is giggling to herself when she looks over to Leighton, who does not seem very amused with her. Not like he ever does, so she's used to it. "I think that was productive!" she exclaims, her voice echoing through the portrait storage and causing some of the paintings to glare down at them. Whatever. They're two dimensional. "See, now we know the revolt he led happened in 1751 and in Hogsmeade, and that he was *replaced by someone more competent* – " She calls out this particular bit over her shoulder so that the very rude goblin could hear her. "Which makes sense, because there was that Goblin Rebellion that happened in 1752 that actually worked, right? The one where they teamed up with the werewolves? Yeah!" She holds her hand up for a high five that she already knows she isn't going to get, but hey! He might surprise her! "Can't wait to see Chervil's reaction when we submit something awesome on something that barely had any resources to begin with... You know, I feel like he did that on purpose. He *hates* me."

Leighton Bishop

caulerpa, sixth year
ateleia

Leighton is glaring daggers into Honey's head before she even turns around to giggle at him, which elicits a roll of his eyes before running a hand through his long blond hair. He flips his part from one side to the other, turning his head away from her with a dramatic huff. "I understand why," he tells her. Honey is meant to hear, so he doesn't try to disguise it as a grumble or a whisper. His eyes roll again as they direct themselves at his partner again, staring at her palm before raising her hand and hitting it. Leighton noticeably brings his hand down to his slacks, rubbing it to clean her germs off of it. "Professor Pintinger does not believe we are *stupid*, Honey. He believe you are a nuisance, and unfortunately you have tarnished my reputation in the process of tormenting him. I don't find the idea that this miserable project would ever *impress* him to be exciting. If anything, it is incredibly frustrating." He frowns, face more relaxed for a moment as he lets himself feel disappointment. This genuineness leaves his face once he recognizes what he is doing, expression hardening as his brows knit together in the middle. His arms fold over his chest, turning to stare at the paintings again. "I don't understand how you could find humor in it so often."

Honey Camacho

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

The corner of Honey's mouth quirks up when he comments that he understands why Pintinger hates her, but it leaves once she understands he is genuinely disappointed. "I'm *not* tarnishing your reputation. If anything, I make you look better because you're an angel in comparison to me. Besides, I'm pretty sure he knows that we're the best pair... Everyone knows it!" A number of their classmates message Honey for assistance sometimes with the assignments, and she thinks that's quite indicative of the two of them being good. "He just doesn't want to admit it because he's a shit professor who plays favorites. You know, I was talking to Archer and he told me that Chervil is only nice to Ravenclaws, which makes perfect sense because he was so accommodating when we were partnered with Harding and Morningwood – " Honey tries her best not to giggle, and thankfully succeeds, a small smile the only hint of her immaturity. " – and, and, and! You know the other day, I overheard him telling Molly he could extend a deadline if her other classes are overwhelming her. What if I told him *my* other classes are getting overwhelming? Hm?" Honey rolls her eyes. He's truly her least favorite professor, and he's teaching her *favorite* subject too. What a shame. "Anyway, he grades fairly, so there's no point in trying to annoy him less. This essay's bound to be another O." She pauses her small tangent, before finally agreeing with him on one thing. "It *is* frustrating, but there's no point really in being miserable over it, I think. I find it *plenty* amusing that he doesn't like us and yet we're still the best in his class. Isn't that satisfying?"

Leighton Bishop

caulerpa, sixth year
ateleia

He listens carefully, wanting to hear her argument even if he doesn't believe she's correct. If he doesn't actually understand her points and what he is attempting to argue against, then he has no basis for arguing with her in the first place. At the mention of Molly Mayberry, his brows raise just slightly though he immediately starts a half-hearted attempt at hiding this from his face. "In fairness, Mayberry is enrolled in every subject Hogwarts has to offer— apart from Ancient Runes." One corner of his mouth twinges upwards before he recognizes how terrible it is to find so much amusement from her falling out with Felton. No, it's still amusing, but he doesn't want to be berated by Honey for it. His mouth still curls again, knowing that if he were to be berated then he could argue he only finds it amusing because it's *his brother*. Unlike his twin, he does not derive pleasure from witnessing Mayberry go through such suffering. He only finds the situation pleasant because he knows it's Felton who will suffer as a result of this divide. Leighton wants a lot out of the universe, but one thing he is particularly interested in is watching his brother finally suffer the consequences of his actions. "Despite her penchant for dramatic displays of emotion, Mayberry is quite competent when it comes to academics. She is well-mannered too. It would be no surprise to me, then, that Professor Pintinger would want to be accommodating her." It's not *defending* Molly Mayberry because he rationalizes that he would come to the same defense no matter who it was. He grumbles to himself at the idea that he is being *miserable*. He can be far more miserable, and Honey should know that by now off of exposure alone. "I don't know that it is. I would rather he admired our performance instead of being disgruntled by it. It can hardly be considered a compliment."

Honey Camacho

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

Honey opens her mouth to say that she thought those two hated each other, but she presses her lips together before she can verbalize any thought. It occurs to her that *oh*, he doesn't hate her... And he doesn't know it yet. That is so embarrassing for him, Honey thinks, almost smiling herself. She isn't close enough to Molly to know if this situation is mutual, but it certainly would be so awkward if there was legitimate hatred on Molly's end, so she doesn't say anything. As much as Honey loathes to admit it, Leighton is intelligent and will surely come to a similar conclusion on his own. Hopefully. "I don't care if he admires us or not... *I* know we're good. I don't see the point in seeking validation from a bad professor." she says, dismissing the topic with that. Generally, Honey does not see the point in seeking validation from anyone who is being unfair or treating her poorly. She is curious about the Mayberry situation and decides to poke at it just a *little*. "Oh yeah, *I'm* in Ancient Runes, you know?" she says. "I remember when she left, your brother sulked for *ages*. Sooooo stupid. We're *housemates* too, so I'd have to see him around the common room just being miserable. Such a vibe killer." She laughs, before her eyes light up excitedly. "Hey! It runs in the family!" Honey does not like Agatha very much either... Maybe she's onto something. "Don't worry, Lei, you're still my *favorite* Bishop." She is giggling when she says this. It is so fun teasing Leighton. "Your siblings have been here since first year, yeah? Where were *you*?"

Leighton Bishop

caulerpa, sixth year
ateleia

He smirks at the thought that Felton was going around *sulking*. His amusement is so severe that he doesn't appear fazed by the comment about so-called vibe killing running in the family. For similar yet more complex reasons, he prefers to not be surrounded by his siblings either. "I wouldn't want to be your favorite," he tells her though it's partially a lie. A small part of him would want to be someone's favorite. He used to angst over the fact that Uncle Zach wouldn't just tell him he was his favorite even though he was prodding him in a joking tone. If he wasn't raised with favoritism looming around him, then he might not care, but he was and he does and all he wants is to be *someone*'s favorite. Even if it's Honey's, but since it's *Honey Camacho*, he isn't willing to admit that and fuel her giggling any further. "My parents sent me to Sognarry Academy in America. My mother is American, and my uncle was living in the closest city to Sognarry. It was an excellent choice for my early education." He could easily boast about Sognarry because it had meant so much to him. He believes that the environment there could lend itself to more feminism, but otherwise he would not change even one aspect of it. His true brotherhood was found at Sognarry. Leighton becomes easily upset at the thought that his father's affair has had such a disastrous impact on him for seemingly no reason. He doesn't understand how this affair and subsequent divorce should affect him in any fashion. "I would not have chosen to attend Hogwarts, so you can assume that it was also their suggestion that I should return."

Honey Camacho

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

Honey snorts at the mention of Sognarry. She is familiar with the school, but she's unwilling to admit to Leighton of all people that it's because she was being bullied in her third year and she had cried and begged her parents to transfer schools so she could have a fresh start. Sognarry's sister school was on the list among a bunch of others, but she was partial to that one just so she could be in New York. Things at the Institute got better for her because her parents told her siblings to be more mindful of how others were treating her, but it's still embarrassing to her that her sudden increase in popularity was only because her siblings started giving more of a shit. It's fine. She cares less about what other people think and truly having flipped that switch in her brain has given her so much more confidence and love for herself. And now, she's at Hogwarts, and she is a lot happier here than she ever was *there* even when it's only been a little over two months. "That's an all-boys school, yeah? *Of course* you went to an all-boys school." she comments, chuckling a little to herself. It's really no surprise. "Isn't it so cute that we both transferred at the same time? Maybe it's *destiny*." It is truly so fun teasing Leighton like this and it tickles her so much. She remembers how long her fit of giggles was when he had clarified that today was not a date and he would never want it to be a date. Kathy Welch had looked at her like she was mad.

Leighton Bishop

caulerpa, sixth year
ateleia

His gaze lingers on her for a long moment of silence before turning down to finish shoving his belongings into his bag, swinging it over his shoulder. "Why do you say that?" he questions, brows furrowing together in frustration as he is still yet to piece together why everyone seems to express such a similar sentiment. Do they not recognize that they too are private school students? "I don't understand why you are so determined to bother me. Can we not have one pleasant conversation? It should not be so difficult for you to not annoy me..." His words trail off, face screwing together as if considering this for a long period of time. "Since destiny does not exist, this could not be a cute act of fate. I would never find anything about you *cute*." It's not meant to be insulting, but he has said enough along those lines in the last two months to understand that it will be taken that way, which is frustrating but whatever. "Do you believe in *soulmates* too?" His tone is mocking. This time he's being intentionally rude.

Honey Camacho

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

She holds her tongue to keep herself from saying that it is fun to annoy him. That would certainly piss him off right now, though, and it's not worth it. Maybe if Leighton were in a better mood, but she has (unfortunately) spent enough time with him to understand that he's purposefully being rude at this point and it's no fun anymore if he's going to be so combative in response to what's meant to be a joke. "I was just *kidding*, Leighton." she says, sounding unimpressed. She cannot imagine why anyone would want to hang out with him, truly. The moment she thinks that, though, she feels guilty and immediately backtracks her thoughts... Maybe he just has an incredibly specific sense of humor that someone needs to match. He hangs out with Kian, Zenia, and Katiya, right? *Bathala*, she cannot imagine the four of them sitting around and laughing together. That would have to be a miracle of some sort. Yves claims, though, that Katiya is quite the comedienne when she wants to be. So weird. Maybe *he's* the one under *her* magic veela powers. "And I don't know! There's just something about guys from all-boys schools." She is quiet for a bit as she contemplates saying this next bit before ultimately deciding he *should* know so he can correct his behavior. Whatever. Leighton has said much ruder things to less-deserving people. "It's just how you carry yourself, I guess. You have to know you only get away with half the shit you say because you're a boy, right? I wouldn't be able to talk to someone like you do." Honey grew up in a conservative family and is all too familiar with her parents letting this kind of behavior slide when it's one of her brothers doing it. She sounds frustrated when she says it, but she pauses to collect herself. "I bet you have old schoolmates who are a lot worse." she says, though, giving credit where credit is due. "At least you aren't rude to girls in particular. And you aren't as entitled as you *could* be considering you're *also* filthy rich." She doesn't want this to come across as an attack, but it's difficult. "Still though." She shrugs. "It's not nice."

Leighton Bishop

caulerpa, sixth year
ateleia

He pauses, pondering this dilemma for a moment. Agatha is a bitch, and *she* has friends. Only one friend less than he has, but then again one of his friends is his cousin. He would never choose the word *bitch* for a woman, but she is quite insistent upon the fact that that is just what she is. He rationalizes then that it would be fine for him to think that to himself and also that Honey is at least partially incorrect unless Agatha is allowed to be a bitch because of their money... This thought causes him to fall silent for even longer before huffing and seemingly animating himself back to life. "You have brought an interesting point to my attention," he tells her, rather matter-of-fact. "Is it not the fault of the other person for taking offense to my honesty? Nor should I have to restrict this honesty because it would not be as tolerated coming from a woman. I would not personally be bothered by it, so I don't understand why I should have to act as if my actions are hypocritical. They are not." His voice is serious and robotic in its own way, somehow drawing more attention to how his brows have knit together again and he's focusing on her eyes so intently. He's confused as to what that has to do with him in particular and doesn't understand her logic.

Honey Camacho

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

Him saying that she's made an interesting point, then going on as if he's completely missed it. She sighs, before feeling a bit more emboldened now that they're in the thick of it. "No, it's definitely your fault if you're being a dick. Some people are overly sensitive, yes, but that doesn't discredit my point that you can be too much sometimes." she says, not feeling badly about it. He needs to *learn*. "If something can be said nicely, then say it nicely. *For your information*, it's not that hard." She is amused with herself for using one of his favorite phrases, and continues. "I'm personally not bothered by the way you speak to me and I would not be bothered if anyone else spoke to me like that, but I'm not going to be rude to people just because *I* don't mind. People are different, so they respond to things differently. I feel that's fair to recognize and adapt to." The robotic tone makes her feel as if she is in some sort of debate with him, which makes her think over her words more carefully. "And I'm not saying that you have to restrict your honesty just because it would not be tolerated coming from a woman. I'm not even saying that you have to restrict your honesty. Being honest and being nice are not mutually exclusive."

Leighton Bishop

caulerpa, sixth year
ateleia

Her mockery of him does not go unnoticed and it ruffles his feathers— an understatement, certainly. "I don't need my actions to be validated by *you*. No one should listen to what *you* have to say about being nice." His words pierce through the air, one fist tightening around his bag while the other hand flattens his tie. Instinctively, he leans forward before inching away and closer towards the door. "Is respecting someone's boundaries not a nicety that you should afford them, Camacho? Is that not applicable because your amusement comes above others, or is this different because it's *me* who you are prodding at?" Leighton's hand reaches for the door, struggling to find the handle as his eyes stare daggers into Honey's irritating face. Easily, she rivals Molly Mayberry. Molly is God's blessing to him in comparison. "If it were reversed, Camacho, and you had to consistently remind me to not create a suggestive and uncomfortable environment— to not call you little names that you've told me not to call you, then any sane society with any respect for its members would raise Hell against me. Perhaps then, it is *that* difficult because *you* are also miserable. At least *I* don't purposefully try upsetting others and I don't derive joy from it as you do." Sometimes he does, but he only finds that that comes when he believes it's justice for something terrible. Arthur, for instance. Hearing what his roommate had done to him brought a twisted grin to his face, but that was deserved. It was karmic justice, and no one can blame him from finding joy in that. Can they? His hand finds the handle, lifting it as his weight pushes against the door and forces it open. He can request a partner transfer tomorrow morning.