Presley rolled her eyes at the girls comment about being too chipper. She wasn't even being chipper that much at all! It was just a casual-just-got-back-from-the-pep-rally kind of mood. Whatever. The older girl wasn't the point. Though was she asking the quidditch captain if he would show off his abs? Because if he agreed, Presley wanted to stick around for that for sure.

She didn't want to look as if she'd come over here just to talk introduce herself to Milton, so she pulled out her transfiguration book and flipped it open to the chapter they were working on in class. Can I help you???? What kind of a question was that? It was as if he thought Presley cared at all! Which she kind of did, just not the way he was acting like she did. Which didn't really make sense at all except in Presley's warped brain. "I've a right to be here, same as you," she said calmly, trying not to let her easy temper get the best of her. She could lose this game in an instant, and so much of it depended on him thinking she was at least mildly attractive, which hadn't been working out so well for her lately.

Introduction time. "I don't think we've met before. I'm Presley, by the way." There. Once it was out she couldn't take it back. Even though now she could think of a million better ways to introduce herself. She wanted to take it back and start over, but it was too late now. She'd probably lost now, and would have to find someone else. But who could be better than a sixth year Ravenclaw who happened to be the Quidditch Captian?