Unfortunate (Open)

Shrugging, Winter had hoped for that specific part of her comment to go unnoticed. "You look like one of those pretty boys." Winter admitted. Not that it was a bad thing, but... "I mean, you know. The kind that run from any sort of danger as it could permanently damage their good looks." She had met plenty of those, and not just guys. Girls were vain as well, always choosing to go to a Healer with vibrant blue eyes, more experience, and certain body parts Winter didn't have. It seemed unfair to her back then, to lose out on the opportunity to practice her knowledge simple because a hormonal girl wanted to be seen by the real Healer. It was still uncool, truth be told.

"Thanks...?" Winter said, her words trailing off with a hint of confusion and uncertainty as his 'good-luck' message had been, well, not so genuine. Winter didn't have a knack for telling when people were lying or anything, no. It just...it seemed too...not normal coming from his lips. The way a curse word would sound coming from hers. She would just have to avoid seeing him around the school, like every fourteen year old girl did. And how were the girls going to react to having such a professor? Would he be the next Lockhart around? Surely seemed like it.

Grimacing, Winter almost smiled. "Really?" Maybe he just had one of those faces that made him look younger. Twenty eight? No way. She nodded when he guessed her age right, more or less. "Twenty-two. But close enough." Really, she was only a few months from turning twenty three, so it wasn't that important. They were almost a decade apart, and Winter would have made a fun of his age had he not been a stranger. "How do you like being old...er?" Winter asked, adding the last bit as she had actually not meant to be rude. "I mean, what should I look forward to?"