"Crazy," he repeated, wondering if Alice had ever shared with her dorm-mates the extensiveness of her organization system. Cameron was certain that the redhead could've planned his entire career if she'd been confident enough in his grades. Which she was not. Not yet. "If I would have given her more time I'm sure she could have figured out what age I'll be when I get my own home," he joked, though the more he thought about it he wondered if she really could. Maybe he would ask about that sometime.
He returned her smile, noting her lack of reply as a good thing. She didn't refute him, even if she looked away. He still remembered how she once compared herself to Miss Bonaccord, claiming she was prettier and richer and everything Sloane thought she'd never be. His eyes turned to the potion, which was beginning to bubble a bit too early.
"Um..." he began, a panic rising in his voice. He flipped through the potions book with urgency, trying to find that specific step. Nope. Was definitely not supposed to be happening right now. "What color is it?" he asked worriedly, standing up in order to get a better look at the brew.
He returned her smile, noting her lack of reply as a good thing. She didn't refute him, even if she looked away. He still remembered how she once compared herself to Miss Bonaccord, claiming she was prettier and richer and everything Sloane thought she'd never be. His eyes turned to the potion, which was beginning to bubble a bit too early.
"Um..." he began, a panic rising in his voice. He flipped through the potions book with urgency, trying to find that specific step. Nope. Was definitely not supposed to be happening right now. "What color is it?" he asked worriedly, standing up in order to get a better look at the brew.
