Cassiopeia smirked a bit as she noticed the girl’s, Melody’s, she reminded herself absently, rather seductive smile.<em>The pleasure is mutual, eh?</em>The blonde teen knew a come on when she heard one, even if she wasn’t the most social of people.<em>This will definitely be interesting.</em>For a first friendly interaction between herself and someone who wasn’t family, Cassiopeia thought she was doing rather well, actually. Especially if this extremely attractive girl was equally attracted and interested in Cassiopeia as Cassiopeia was in her.<br/><br/>The Scamander name didn’t particularly ring a bell, but Lovegood, that name definitely did. While not a main character in her father’s tales of Hogwarts, she appeared once or twice, usually with the appointed nickname of Loony Lovegood. If Cassiopeia could remember correctly, she thought that Lovegood had been a year younger than Potter and his friends, though that didn’t stop the girl from involving herself in his later adventures.<br/><br/>She tensed up a bit as Melody mentioned practicing spells that her mother had showed her, unused to people using their wands in front of her for friendly reasons. She shook her head slightly, forcing herself to relax as she reminded herself that she knew exactly what those spells were, at least to an extent. Colloportus was well-known enough, and though she’d never heard of Muffliato, the meaning definitely seemed fairly obvious.<br/><br/>Cassiopeia blinked once, clearing her head and forcing herself to respond to the girl who so clearly didn’t care that she was wanting to lock herself into a compartment with a Malfoy. “Of course,” she said easily, waving a hand dismissively, “By all means, practice away. It would keep the. . . unsavory sort out anyways.” The blonde smiled, slightly, a single eyebrow raised, almost daring the other girl to make the first move.<br/><br/>While waiting, she raised a hand up to her collar and waited for her friend to slither onto her wrist. When Hydra did, she used her free hand to pet him softly, smiling softly at his pleased hissing and teasing tongue against her hand. Hydra curled around her wrist easily, writing against the skin, happy that his human was happy and just willing to be with her. It’d been so long since they’d been out of the manor, and Cassiopeia knew that her scaly friend was greatly enjoying the trip, even if it was just inside a single train compartment.