Cara lifted a brow slightly, not quite expecting the question, though she confessed quite simply, "Not very much, I'm afraid." Trimming grass in lawns wasn't really on her to-do list.
She straightened herself a little at the question directed towards her, words laced with sarcasm, if not a tinge of animosity. It reminded her of the book of Prefects That Rose To Power, which wasn't always a compliment, not that she was too fazed.
"I wouldn't say 'have a good time'. On the contrary, I was actually quite looking forward to meet up with another friend for coffee break, but duty call so happens," honesty was a virtue, wasn't it? She wasn't about to trump over a younger boy just to exploit her Prefectorial privileges. That wasn't how Cara functioned. She was just like any of them. When you've got a job, you do it, even if it meant other, more enjoyable activities had to be sacrificed.
legacy era • magizoologist, british magical wildlife reserve; comc ref. book author • age 39
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