Riley Tuft

Well, duh. I’m the bro-est girl in Gryffindor.

You're the best fourth year I know, Ella-bear.

I love eating. Let’s go, then.

Knew you were the right girl for the challenge. 

Tell your girlfriend I wish her well. She’s had quite the year.

I will. 

I supposed you”d have to suffice until I could muster my own entertainment but I fear your definition of entertainments is far different than mine, so I’ll save whatever little brainpower you have left in forcing your body to slug away.

That's very kind of you. See ya. 

I’m dying for company. I’d even settle for a drawn-out conversation— that is, a conversation that has nothing to do with coursework.

Shh, let's not mention the 'c' word. I can't hear it anymore. I vote snacks in the kitchens because I haven't eaten since brunch. 

What could you possibly be in the middle of?

Well firstly, not being a sourpuss. Secondly, I have fun to find. You obviously are not it, therefore, I'll save us both some time and leave. Deal?

Absolutely, my love.

..Really? That’s actually your q-…

Slytherin. Right. Can you leave now? I'm kind of in the middle of something. 

Who are you? 

Don’t be so mean to Alex. I quite like him. And don’t worry, I’ll be a very good judge of your progress.

You would, love. You would. I'm almost a little afraid. Should I be afraid? 

I’m… almost impressed. Want me to look it over?

Absolutely. Winters wouldn't do that for me. He was being the ice queen again. 

Consider today your lucky day, then, and don’t expect it to last.

Hey now! I managed to finish that Potions essay and it wasn't even the day before. That's a lot more than luck. 

Oh gosh. Fine. I’ll take it.

I'm calling that my second success for the evening. 

Do not.

You most certainly do. It's pretty cute too. 

I have never understood what you’re talking about— I don’t make a thinking face.

You most certainly do.