Macy sighed irritably, though she couldn't resist a chuckle. How did she survive?
"I mean, I can speak French- just not well. I probably have the French vocabulary of a six year old," she clarified. Unfortunate as it was, it was true.
PFFFFFT. Quidditch jock. Suuuuure. The girl gave a grin and rolled her eyes sarcastically.
"Of course," she said. For all she knew he totally could be. However, not only could she tell he was completely kidding, but he was most definitely
not built for it. She would know. Macy gave Jamie an unsure look as he thanked her, pretty sure he wasn't thankful at all. Whatever. She really didn't care, as long as he wasn't in the dark about all these things- the whole social web was a rather important aspect of a person's schooling experience.
O_____O where was she?? ... Erm.
The girl crossed her arms and tried to think. Gosh. Why did this kid want to know anyways? And more importantly, WHY was she considering telling him?? ... Well it was only fair, she
had asked him first and he'd answered. Though the answer was sarcastic, so maybe she could use that as an excuse. *sigh* No, no. Then he'd question her big-kid authority.
"I dunno," she shrugged.
"Probably somewhere between a nerd and a complete weirdo." She was also one of those people that was neither a girly girl nor a tomboy. Seriously. She liked to skateboard
and shop. Her whole existence was a question.