((I really apologize for taking so long to write this. I kept meaning to get to it, but with mid-term exams I was really busy. I really am sorry.))
Amelia tried to remain patient as Arthur processed her response, but the mental outburst she had just gone through kept her on edge. He was silent for a few moments before his face turned from contemplative to serious, turning his eyes to her as he began his explanation. Her first response was to immediately block out everything he was saying, but before he got more than a few words in Amelia had already reassessed her position. If she wasn’t going to listen to anything he had to say, why was she in here? She could at least let him get a few words in edgewise. If nothing else it would just give her more ammunition for her sarcasm.
The redhead was surprised to find that Arthur did not hesitate to admit the qualities she had belittled him for. He did not seem at all oblivious to the fact that he was indeed all those things she described him as: pompous, self-appreciating, self-centered. But he didn’t seem ashamed of it. His logic as to why he behaved the way he did was flawed, but before Amelia could point this out he continued, causing her to close her mouth again and cross her arms over her chest as she waited out the rest of his speech.
After she was sure he was finished, Amelia took a moment to collect her thoughts. She had probably done enough trading for one evening, and she probably wasn’t making her points well if he thought she was just sputtering whatever , popped into her head. Instead, she blinked several times and inhaled deeply, filling her lungs to capacity several times before she was ready to respond.
“I do not dislike you,” Amelia finally stated, having decided upon this technicality in the last minute or so of thinking, “But you do annoy me. And, for all practical purposes, these mean the same thing. Both mean I do not wish to spend time around you, whether in class or outside of it,” Amelia said bluntly. She was never one to hide what she was thinking, though she was significantly better at hiding how she was feeling.
“I don’t mean you any offense,” Amelia said as a means of placating him, and to some extent by way of explanation, “Perhaps you are friendly and wonderful to be around in your private life, and maybe you could change and be like that all the time,” Amelia continued, though she didn’t truly believe it. In her experience, people never really change, they just become more of what they really are. But for the sake of argument, she would go along with his train of thought.
“But, as you said, you would need a motive. And I hardly believe that my annoyance with you is enough to motivate you to change completely. You seem rather content with the way you behave in class, and far be it for me to tell you how you ought to behave. But you cannot fault me for disliking it when you do,” Amelia finished, shrugging her shoulders as a way of ending her statement. There was really nothing more to say. She had said what she felt, and she doubted very much that anything Arthur said would change those feelings.