"JEEZ!"  Figaro leap away from Katy, his hand feeling like it'd been slammed in door!  He hissed as he examined the red and swollen flesh on his palm.  He could feel every heartbeat.  He only heard about a third of Katy's ongoing diatribe as he shook his hand out and let her have the space she was demanding.  Part of him figured he might have deserved that...

But he nearly started when that second year Remi suddenly appeared at his side.  Why did Figaro never notice that kid? "You're sadistic," he replied, but then with a shrug decided it might be worth a try.  Just from a distance. She'd just tripped, but his throbbing hand was reminder enough to give her a wide berth.

"Katy! You got a boyfriend? Girlfriend? Haven't been eating anything strange have you? None of Professor MacDonough's mushrooms?  Oughta get to the Healer.  Honestly.  Don't want to accidentally blurt out what kind of magazines you've got under your bed....!"

"Bollocks..."  his hand was still throbbing and looking a bit nasty.  Girl had a good hex in her, didn't she?

Katy turned on Figaro swiftly.

"No!" She cried in response to his first question, clearly upset more than she was angry now.  "Not that it's any of your business but he doesn't have time for me anymore and I was too stupid to find time when it mattered."  A single tear slipped from the corner of her eye, completely unbidden.  She used her sleeve to push away the evidence with disgust.

Although Figaro had completely deserved the hex at the time she'd given it to him, there was something about his pitiful, kind of useless face that made Katy take pity.  She took up that hand in one of her smaller ones and cast a cooling spell on the affected area which was intended to ease the pain and calm the swelling.  All through it she talked sadly and calmly, as though she wasn't caring for the boy she'd just hexed, the boy she disparaged whenever she got the chance.

"I don't eat strange things.  That couldn't possibly be the reason.  I'm always so careful.  But I refuse to go to the healer, they ask too many questions.  But now, so are you.  And you're asking far more personal questions then a healer would ask.  Don't think I've forgotten you over there.  You're going to be in so much trouble when I can finally think straight.  How dare you try and take advantage of me."

A thin film of perspiration covered her face but her palms were drier than they should have been.   The eyes she turned on the young  boy featured slightly blown pupils.   She was still angry and upset, but in a much calmer state of mind than before.

"I don't eat strange things...."

"I do." Ambrose muttered as Katy rambled on, "Every day, everything on that damn table looks a bit strange." But Katy was more vexed with Filder who had suggested asking.
"No truth serum in your breakfast then?" Ambrose asked, unaware of veritaserum's proper name, or that it would be impossible to know anyway.

"Nobody got reason to hate you?" Ambrose asked, scratching his head. Bevans didn't seem to actively pick enemies like some in their year. "But we can't like, uhm, leave you like this. Someone might ask you Who the lame boy who doesn't have time for you is, and go tell him." Ambrose suggested in a most concerned way, not realising what he'd actually managed to say.