Temmit listened attentively to Leslie and nodded his understanding. "Well done." He said when she had finished.
Leslie had smiled proudly at Temmit's compliment.
She also seemed to listen and agree with the warning from Temmit, he sensed (via her body language) that she was creeped out by Marcus anyway.
Her smile lit up the room, as it so often did, when she heard Mia’s name.
“Mia!” she almost shouted. Leslie looked around apologetically and then waited a moment for any onlookers to turn back to their books.
“Sorry,” she apologized (to Temmit) with a smile. Then, whispering fiercely she said, “Mia is the best! I would switch houses just to hang out with her more, as we don’t often get to even have lunch together let alone have the same class.”
“Mia is very low-to-ground
(OOC: expression that is akin to “down-to-earth“) you might say. She
isn’t[/i] about trying to
be it all to everyone...” Leslie made an ‘eh-hem’ sound as she cleared her throat “...like Renee. She is more about getting the job done. Which is completely opposite of the going gossip about her. It’s funny when I hear someone slander Mia’s reputation, always its someone who barely knows what she looks like, let alone has even talked to her. The going gossip spewed from the offendor’s mouth is always so completely unjustified that it is almost laughable.”
Leslie caught the all-too familiar raised eyebrow from Temmit.
“The griznuqs think she’s a floozy,” replied Leslie to the brow. “Just because she works as a fortune teller shop in Shantytown, one that is growing in popularity I might add, some girls in school think she must be giving more than just fortunes, if you know what I mean.”
(OOC: Had to stop here, as I don’t know if the “daft investigator” will actually know[/i] what the “pre-pubescent spy prodigy” is actual implying - which, would be hysterically funny I think.)
