“ Sounds like a SMART decision ! ” Peter smiled, though his eyes and face held nothing but a sense of cold to them, the happy motion on his face made out of annoyance and forgery ; there was no reason for him to smile over such rudeness, and yet he tended to let his charming charisma get the best of him. Now, he didn’t want to end up in a more awkward situation, what would happen if he were to grow visibly angry with someone smaller than him ? God knows, but he decided to take the somewhat calm approach to this.
Intimidating someone with a smile always worked.
For as soon — as he saw the hair vanishing, he placed a foot onto it. Slim fingers then loosened, just to drag across the female’s skin softly, almost apologetically there he stood (this time actually smiling properly, all worries having ceased their existence within his face). He eventually withdrew his hand completely, putting it away into his jeans’s pockets, pushing away the blazer’s edges so he could get a proper look at the redheaded witch. Her tingling aura rested around her, Peter’s eyes scanning it absentmindedly.
A grin then popped forth, head tilting to the side; “ — What have you learned today, little miss radish? ” He knew that there would always be someone else out there reacting in much meaner ways than himself, Peter having come to see himself as soft compared to other wizards. The remark, and comparison, aimed at her hair on the other hand… probably bordered to bullying.
She was flustered, feeling belittled and angry, but overall embarrassed with her actions. It was just a little spell test, something small that wouldn’t hurt or damage the other ( as far as she was aware ), just mildly inconvenience him for a second and she wanted badly to see what it did, even though she knew it was bad and rude to do.
Marnabelle jerked back her hand as she took several steps back, a shiver running down her spine at his surprisingly gentle gesture as he released her. Yup, she won’t be forgetting the feeling of that grasp for the rest of the day. Or the haunting smile for that matter. She held her wrist in her hand as she looked up at him sheepishly, a pout on her lips and her cheeks reddened. She needed to properly apologize--
...Little Miss Radish? Excuse him?
Oh, he had been close; so close to earning the guilty teen’s sincerest apology. So close to getting a soul as confident and proud as Marnabelle Aidana Norvelle to step down from her prideful pedestal and admit defeat, but he had gone and mocked her hair.
The Fire Witch was not only capable of mastering the flames, but was a flaming red hothead herself. How dare he tease her natural beauty? The gorgeous color she had earned from her father’s genes?! Oh, it was on.
“Obviously I’ve learned never to take nasty blue hair from wannabe mermen,” the smaller girl spat, a grimace of absolute insulted disgust on her face, “Honestly, shame on me for even considering touching the stuff!”
