Dorian wasn't that surprised that his warning had fallen on deaf ears. He shook his head and sighed in frustration. Quill would either be the life or death of him if he wasn't more careful.
"Well if you're not careful, I may have to resort to it." Dorian snorted and rolled his eyes at Quill's complaint. "It was meant to."
Dorian grabbed his books from Quill's hands and shoved them into his bag ignoring Quill's ceaseless prattle. He eyed Quill cautiously as he commented on his hair. "Well it wasn't that bad, now keep your hands out of my hair. Or I'll find a potion to slip you that will turn your hair purple." Dorian threatened.
"Well if you're lucky Quill, it won't take a whole hour. Especially if you're not causing any problems or disrupting my concentration." Dorian replied sourly.
Dorian wasn't too surprised that Quill didn't want to meet his new friend Clover, but figured that he'd make him anyway. Not that it would be much of a punishment. He rather thought that Clover and Quill might just get along with one another. Where he got that idea he didn't know. Though he did pray that they wouldn't end up in a fight. With Quill no one really knew what to expect after all.
