"I can talk to snakes," Casper agrees, smiling a little as he knocks the ball back across the net. Plok. Because if Nia wants to be able to do the same, that must mean that she doesn't consider the act dark magic and, even if her memory isn't intact, that's reassuring to him. He doesn't know why he'd been so ready to let Casey get to him. He doesn't know why he'd been so ready to agree with Casey that being a Parselmouth is a bad thing. Fuck that.
Listening to the summary of Nia's afternoon, which sounds far more frustrating than the situation he's found himself in, Casper nods sympathetically. "I'm sorry." Plok. "That's shit. I hope this 'Mufferaw' guy knows what he's doing and can get this sorted out." He catches the expression on the girl's face, frowns slightly and supplies in an attempt to aid her failing memory, "Still Casper. Your co-prefect. We're still the Lodge. You're still pretty solid at ping pong."
Plok. They're both pretty solid at ping pong, really. Though, he is finding that it's a struggle not to hit the ball much harder; his instinct is to the ball harder.
He shakes his head, then has to give it a little toss to get his hair out of his face. "No. She just told me about where she suns herself and that she's worried about people getting so close to her den. It's near one of the trails, so I went and marked it. Hopefully, people will steer clear now. Riley thinks she's lonely. And that's why she was talking to me. But I don't know. Do snakes get lonely?"
Nia & Casper & Ping Pong
Listening to the summary of Nia's afternoon, which sounds far more frustrating than the situation he's found himself in, Casper nods sympathetically. "I'm sorry." Plok. "That's shit. I hope this 'Mufferaw' guy knows what he's doing and can get this sorted out." He catches the expression on the girl's face, frowns slightly and supplies in an attempt to aid her failing memory, "Still Casper. Your co-prefect. We're still the Lodge. You're still pretty solid at ping pong."
Plok. They're both pretty solid at ping pong, really. Though, he is finding that it's a struggle not to hit the ball much harder; his instinct is to the ball harder.
He shakes his head, then has to give it a little toss to get his hair out of his face. "No. She just told me about where she suns herself and that she's worried about people getting so close to her den. It's near one of the trails, so I went and marked it. Hopefully, people will steer clear now. Riley thinks she's lonely. And that's why she was talking to me. But I don't know. Do snakes get lonely?"