That had been... unexpected. The other girl had commented upon her rudeness, but not in a way that would start any sort of disagreement, and then gone back to her reading. It was almost like the Ravenclaw simply didn't care. Cesca wasn't used to that; everyone had some sort of opinion on her, even if they'd never said so much as a word to her before. It was just how her life worked, something that she had long ago resigned herself to. She was a Hufflepuff Malfoy, after all, something which hadn't happened since the fifteenth century. And even then the poor boy had gone missing under "mysterious circumstances". The blonde was lucky she could think so well on her feet, or she'd have been disowned during her very first week of school.
"Right, well, thanks," the Hufflepuff stuttered out, not sure what one was supposed to do in this sort of situation. The witch rarely interacted with others as it was, and even then it was the type of interaction she could easily control. This Ravenclaw was something of a wild card, a complete unknown. Cesca was as hesitant as she was fascinated.
Frowning down at the assignment, the blonde smoothly raised herself from her seat, and wandered over to one of the Defense shelves. Grabbing the first two books that looked like they could have something to do with Erklings, Cesca headed back to her chair, trying not to look at the other girl despite her curiosity.