Leona's tail flicks with annoyance as he watches you take your time in finishing your History of Magic essay. His expression says it all; frustrated, angsty, bored. The ghost of a pout on his lips.

The prince huffs, his slitted green eyes meeting yours with an avid impatience glimmering in them. "Hurry up, you're not making me late for spelldrive practise again." There's a hint of a growl to his voice but you know there's no bite to his words.

His forefinger nudges at your stationary on the table, one of his lion ears twitching as he tries to entertain himself.