Presley wasn't sure what to do. Elliot was acting psychotic. Granted her situation was awful,but she was pacing, and ranting, and crying, and Presley wasn't sure what to do. So she stood there with only her eyes moving wildly around the room searching for ideas. Pres didn't point it out, but if Mr. Morganzo thought Elliot was going to tells someone, he was right. She'd just told Presley, and apparently Hannah Lockwood. Presley's mouth twisted in a wry smile. "I know," she said. Elliot had to try so hard for perfection. She was constantly in competition. Not something Presley had had to worry about. Oh Presley had to be perfect, but if she wasn't, it wasn't the hugest deal to anyone but herself. It was more for Elliot.

Her bright blue-green eyes widened. Elliot hadn't told her she was wanting to rebel. Because the reason for thier argument was that Pres didn't want Elliot to be in trouble. "You didn't tell me that." she halfway accused.

Finally she nodded. This was a good conclusion. Be better than expectation. "Good," she said, her eyes still blazing. "And we better write it up in the common room. Let's go."

Presley held back a laugh. If Elliot was fine, then Presley was a Hufflepuff, but she didn't want to add to her friends...emotional breakdown. So she held back the laugh and said "I'm not feeling sorry for you. I'm a little worried, that's all." And worry was Presley's constant companion, so it wouldn't surprise or anger Elliot that Presley was so worried.