Evey watched and listened to her as she nearly went off, making her arch an eyebrow as her admittedly minimal and rushed apology was tossed back into her face and compared to a sweet that she didn’t care for. Then a little mock bow and she was being questioned on why she was down by the locker rooms meant for Slytherin’s. She couldn’t give her a proper answer and she had a feeling that Markus wasn’t done talking yet. She head tilted the other way when she was called a Ravenclaw, both eyebrows going up and then letting out a soft chuckle. She nearly missed the little not real threat of a curse, she didn’t see it as real threat when she was so quick with her own wand. And of course there was being called beautiful that made her smirk.<br/><br/>“Oh, darling. You’re new to all this, aren’t you?” she said with every bit of confidence that she had. It seemed to cloak her as she pushed off of the wall, her wand hanging loosely from her fingers as she walked slowly out and casually towards her. “You’ve never been on a date, have you?” she reached up to gently brush some loose hair back to tuck behind her ear as she looked back into those gorgeous eyes. This time she didn’t let them get to her, she licked her lips slowly, tempted for a kiss but holding back. “Tell me,” she started, looking down at her as she took a few steps closer “Do you always blush so easily? Because it is damn adorable on a little thing like you, all toned and muscular.” She leaned in enough so their breath mingled and looked down at her lips before gazing back into her eyes “I’m not a Ravenclaw by the way. I’m no bird, my mother and grandmother might have been, but I am not.” She ran her fingers through the raven hair before moving away from her walk around the small space at the end of the hall so casually, like she owned the area. “I am Gryffindor, and I had not meant to end up down by your locker room. I broke up with my date, left before anything could be said because I hate those stands and the crowd pushed me that way.” She lied easily, it was a skill of hers she prided herself on because it made it so easy to be with so many people at once. Though people normally knew what they were getting into with her, this Markus seemed to be in the dark.<br/><br/>“I’ll give you one thing, you have good tastes. I mean, you’ve got your eyes on me after all.” She told her with one of her most seductive grins. She leaned on the wall opposite her, casually twirling her wand between her fingers. “Listen honey, you need to learn to flirt a little better. Especially when you literally chase a girl as far as you did. And sure, I know that my apology wasn’t at its best, but it’s not like I fell on you intentionally.” She added easily, looking her over slowly. “I’ll give you that I also don’t know who you are, aside from your last name. I do know Madeline Kale, closet case and great fun. I hope you didn’t hurt her too bad, I was looking forward to trying to break her free.” She told her teasingly.<br/><br/>She silently watched her for a moment before deciding to slide her wand into her front left pocket, easily within her reach as she moved forward and held out a hand to her a little cautiously “Evey Dantés. My mother is Ava Thorn.” She told her, knowing it might help to give her mother’s Pureblood last name because she carried her muggle fathers. “So, Markus, if you don’t mind, I have some first years I toppled over to go and apologize to. If you wish to…” she trailed off and looked off to the side for a moment before smiling at her “Talk.” She decided on “If you wish to talk then you can find me in the Great Hall in the morning at Gryffindor’s table.” She told her, winking at her before turning and walking off with a nice little strut and swing to her hips.