Justin had some trouble keeping up with the quickly delivered splurge of words coming from the girl. It was like trying to take notes and listen to a professor who spoke two-hundred words a minute. He'd opened his mouth once to get a word in, but found himself quickly cut off. It didn't take him long to realize that there was no point stopping Melanie when she was on a roll.
Course, when she finally stopped it took Justin a moment to fully comprehend her final confession. Somewhere between her mentioning of the ball he'd wondered absently if this meeting was about an issue of dancing, or chaperoning. And then he reminded himself that he had to make plans for that damned function himself. But no where in his head had his thoughts drifted to anything related to one, Charles Asshat Vaisey.
The seventh year closed his eyes and shook his head as though the news hadn't exactly been heard properly. His mouth opened and closed again like a large sea bass taking it's last breath. Then finally he looked over at his younger friend and held up a hand to her as to make sure she didn't interrupt his brain pattern. "Wha- What?" he asked rhetorically, his tone slightly louder than it had been since he arrived. From the more serious wrinkle in his forehead there were no more jokes or whimsical chalk drawings of professors on hand.
"Vaisey?" he repeated more for his own benefit than hers. He shook his head in disgust at the thought and blurted, "Twice!? Why- You can't be bloody serious." His disgusted expression lingered as he awaited her explanation. Half of him hoped it was some sort of sick joke - but the better part knew the girl wouldn't lie about something like this.
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