[ katerina rolls her eyes. victor's so dramatic. ]

[ she keeps her eye on vasilka, ready to leap forward as quick as a strike of lightning to pull her off his homework lest she actually try and eat it. she may enjoy tormenting those around her, but katerina doesn't particularly want victor to have to rewrite his entire essay. his writing's a complete mess. ]

[ arching her brow, she looks at him, and feels as though she's tutoring a student in the most basic of concepts: look both ways before crossing any road, don't just look at one, or none at all. ]

You know how you feel the need to protect your homework from our feral friend here? [ she nods toward vasilka who remains where she is, sitting on the middle of the parchment as she looks to victor. ] That's how I feel about Aleksander and the Wizarding world.