Therese's eyes maintained focus on the pepper imps and she waved a dismissive hand at the culprit in possession of her taffy. She would get them, and she was not above using a combination of her Slytherin, feminine, and therapist ways.
"Yes, you of course know what they say about men who eat taffy," Therese said, making sure that her tone clearly alluded to that she believed him to be quite intelligent enough to know the answer himself, for when he didn't know it, as there was no actual saying about men who ate taffy, there should be some sort of confused, maybe flustered reaction that could give her the upper hand.
She took a moment to pull her eyes off the imps and maintained a steady gaze with the man, probing just enough to notice his Hufflepuff pride. Hm, Hufflepuff; this should be far easier than she had already been anticipating it would be.
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