It would appear innocent enough, a pair of girls wandering down the corridors of this prodigious institution of arcane learning. Erin stood tall as she, they exited the Great Hall. While not very eye was on them, she had made enough of a fracas that they would be seen by most. That was of course the intent, to feed into the house divisions that defined them. Her a Slytherin, her ambition seen as something to dread. The Ravenclaw, a potential brilliant mind and obviously her victim, an overly trusting young woman in need of protection. Perhaps from a brave Griffindor. No, not for as long as her approach and poise appears genteel. Their sense of justice blinds their instinct.
"Making deals with Marcus..." She commented as they rounded the corner and made their way down the hall. "You have the dauntless determination of a Griffindor," she shook her head and let out a charming laugh. It was manufactured, like almost everything about this encounter. She had to seek a reason to talk, something to say. She lacked practical experience in terms of social interactions but she more than made up for that with her uncanny understanding of the human psyche.
She had three directions she could go:
First, she could warn her about Marcus. Tell her the truth about the jinx. Feed her enough information to get Marcus back. This would of course break her contract with the Slytherin House. She was not going to do that.
Second, she could tell her that she just wanted to say she was impressed by her. How she kept it together. How she envied Bloom. Maybe. People liked to hear that sort of thing.
Third, she could lie. That was always her intention. To sew these falsehoods. To spur Marcus' paranoia. He was consolidating too much power too quickly. He already had so much, she found herself jealous of his inherent or perhaps learned skill. He always seemed to be in the right place at the right time... It was frustrating.
They had gone far enough.
"So... are you -like-" dear god she was going to partake in 'girl talk' wasn't she? "Into Marcus," she would wash out her mouth with soap after. "I mean, he went through a lot of trouble to spend all that time with you," was that reflux. She hoped it was, that bitter bile taste in the back of her tongue that burned her throat. "Ten... eleven favors?" She let out a laugh. Yeah, they were going to spend a lot of time together but it was unlikely a romantic connection but it would alter her perception for future encounters. He was likely going to use her as a house spy, he was not going to wast his time having her do his homework. His pride would never allow it anyways. A dare? Oh please, but to be fair she did not expect him to be as juvenile as to cast a hair-loss jinx in the Great Hall either so perhaps she overestimated him. "You are going to be spending soooo much time with Marcus." She raised her brows as she said that.
She would stop walking and look behind her to see if she, they had been followed. She hoped that they were. She was saying Marcus' name on purpose so that if they were overheard in part that what she had to say would be sent back to the Slytherin prince.
Just a trick of the lighting they said...