Molly raised her hand to her hair and rubbed her ear lobe, and looked at Edward with a polite smile then, noticed faith. She pursed her lips and looked away, here comes trouble. She sighed and rubbed her chin, and watched her new aquintaince welcome the two, and looked at the dog, pouting her lips to the side. She stood up and flatted her shirt and held the book in her hand and moved around Edward and Faith, noticing the small smile faith gave and returned it. If Faith said nothing, Molly would do nothing. She looked at Darien and sighed softly, smiling at him and then crouching down by Mith. Patting him softly on the head, "Aw, it's alright puppy," she comforted, sitting on the ground, placing her book on the table and letting the cowardly lion rest his gently sooky face on her lap. She loved this dog already.

Faith's eyes flicked over the new teacher, it was a shame that she wouldn't be able to see how he taught since she had left school now, "It's a pleasure to meet you Professor Diaas," She whispered softly, before she then placed her hand back onto Edward's arm, rocking gently backwards and forwards on her heel. "Well, I don't want to seem like we are intruding but that would be lovely, Edward and I have some planning to attend but I am sure that Alice can wait," She added with a small smile on her lips, maybe Molly had found a new play mate and could now stop clinging to Edward.

Molly contained a groan as Darien invited them to have tea with them and stood up off the ground with Mith and moved over to a chair near Darien but as far away from faith as possible. Sitting down, closely followed by Darien's dog whom Molly invited up on the chair with her and let the sook of a dog, yet complete sweetheart rest his head loyally on Molly's thigh. She patted Miths head. It was time's like these when she wished sweeny was here, to give someone a good old bite. She frowned at herself and looked away from them all and looked at the dog. If Faith thought Molly would back away from her friend that easily she was sadly mistaken. She shifted and looked at Darien, "I should be in your lesson, as I told you, i was meant to live in france, but people are too arrogant there so I'll probably be staying here at Hogwarts for half a year to come." she murmered, playing with the dogs ears as Mith stared at Edward cautiously.

Molly smiled kindly at Darien, shrugging off the clear irritation of Faiths behaviour that seemed to be blind to Edward. She shrugged her shoulders and smiled softly, and greatfully at Darien. Such a kind soul. Strangely thrilled to be surrounded by people, Molly found her lips curling into a grin suddenly at his estactic comment about her being in his class. She nodded, and looked at Mith then to Darien, "Deffinately willing," she said happily and eye'd him, raising her eyebrows at his little comment and looked at Edward with a expression that clearly read that she loved the way this man beside her was behaving. It wasn't a crush, but the way Darien spoke, and told them about himself, and with mith on her lap, she felt cheerful, natural. She bit the end of her thumb, and thought, "Tea, would be amazing" she commented softly, then laughed at his comment about Mith, and quickly rubbed the dogs head playfully, "Mith likes to sing ay?" she teased the dog.

Faith smiled as she soon slipped herself onto Edward's lap, rested her head beside Edward's as she looked over to Mith, her smile brightening, reminding her of the dog from back home - in France. "Well, Molly, maybe you haven't been well travelled in France, because where I come from people are so polite. Mostly everywhere, maybe they just don't take kindly to strangers with pink hair — or, they just are polite to a princess of the throne?" She smirked before she then smiled to Edward and Darien's conversation, "I enjoy them too, Romeo and Juliet has to be my favorite who doesn't love Shakespeare? He is a genius." She added with a small smile as her left hand ran through the back of Edward's hair casually as he spoke, admiring what was hers.

"Im sure brown hair wasn't the issue" she stated, raised an eyebrow. Molly didn't always have pink hair. Which stated, Faith didn't know her 'enemy' as well as she thought she did. She shrugged her shoulders, "My oppinion doesn't faulter, I still find the french rude and abnoxious," Molly said lamely, rubbing the dogs ear. Smiling down at it, when faiths comment about being a princess sunk in Molly looked up and rolled her eyes, "why would her people disobey a princess? seriously." she murmered and shrugged her shoulders. They was just this boundary for Molly. Of which resembelled a large brick wall stood between her and faith. Irritance was strong, and usually more than often, It was Faith baring into Molly like a starved wolf. Molly's only comments were to retaliate, whether Edward approved it or not. She looked at Darien as he commented and sighed lightly, "We have our own oppinions of places, I was really just stating mine." she assured him, lightly patting his hand and smiled comfortingly, she wasn't arguing with anyone. However if the wild bore placed on Edwards lap like a trophy didn't stop her comments - there most likely would be. It was far too early in the morning to feel comfortable with Molly yet especially as everytime she would see Edward, her love struck puppy would soon turn up.

Molly looked at the house elf and sighed softly, she was far too irritated to feel guilty for it as she usually did. She rested her elbow on the air rest and rested her forehead in her palm, watching Mith as he looked up to her with adorance, she pursed her lips and scrunched up her nose as he licked up her chin to the end of her nose, and panted abit, turning and looking at Edward, barking again. She raised an eyebrow and rubbed her face clear of saliva, not entirely fussed by the affection, and looked at Edward, shouting him a thought concerning Faiths behaviour. Words that weren't too rude, but almost as if she was making a deal with him; If she stops, I'll stop. It was childish, yes, But she couldn't relax when she felt like she was being warned with every movement faith posessed. Groaning lightly she smiled as the Elf re appeared and handed her, her tea, Smiling Molly took her glass and a few biscuits, sharing them with Mith whom lay loyally across her lap.