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To say Justin was entirely over this conversation was an understatement. He was hungry, drained and in need of a civil wind down - not a wind up. And unfortunately for Julianne....the Hufflepuff wasn't going to give her the pleasure. He'd decided that was probably why she acted the way she did. To get under people's skin. People that talked a lot of smack had a tendency to need more attention than he was willing to offer when he wasn't in the mood. And Justin Finch-Fletchley....was far from in the mood.

He would have responded to her assumption that he didn't know a thing about friendship, but immaturity tended to grate at the boy's nerves. And when he knew he was lacking patience for such things he tended to respond with very little emphasis for the sake of keeping civil. Another raise of his brow followed and though he was tempted to point out that she had the very bad habit of picking out only the negative bits of what he was saying the entire conversation - he decided against it.

"Night," Justin offered refraining from a mock worthy head waggle and eye roll. He wasn't entirely genuine in good wishes as he watched her go. He wasn't going to talk with the girl about something if she wasn't going to be mature about it and be on the defensive the entire time. He didn't need people who'd shoot his observations down just because it wasn't what they wanted to hear. If she wanted to bloody mope about it and try to prove to him that he had no idea what it was like to be torn between two worlds she could just go fuck herself. Honestly, he didn't care if this interaction ended poorly. She was clearly delusional and in need of a good shove off of her high horse.

He locked the classroom door and intentionally turned toward the opposite direction that the Ravenclaw had headed. He'd rather walk the long way to the Great Hall for dinner than have to continue the conversation of what would undoubtedly turn into the game of "My Life is Worse Than yours" - a game her refused to play not only because it was petty but he was too damn tired to humour her.