"A beach would be wonderful. You should come to Australia sometime and hang out," said Simon giving Grayson a nod. The two of them could hit up the beach, sweet talk some girls (or well Grayson sweet-talking and Simon standing there awkwardly), and play cricket. He was fluent in both languages?! No wonder Grayson was such a ladies man, he could speak french, the language of love. He could practically woo all the ladies with a single wave of the eyebrows and french words. "Sure, it'd be practical..." he said. However, he wondered if Grayson would have been teaching Newell this stuff. "Have you tried teaching Newell? She seems good at languages. "

He bit his lip. "Only this one.. I haven't tried any others.. yet," he explained shrugging his shoulders. It wasn't a big deal to Simon. The only thing that mattered to him was getting the spell to work. "It takes practice." Simon chuckled at Whitty's next comments. Yes, yes, try not to get hit. "I won't. Don't worry. You've got yourself covered so you won't get hit," he said. Yes, Whitty was too cool to get hit by a snowball.

Turning to sweet Josette, Simon nodded, giving her a nice grin. He had to make sure that he kept Ethan on her good side but the boy didn't really see a need to do that. It was obvious that Ethan had feelings for her and he had sort of a hunch that Josie may have some sort of feelings back for his friend because he didn't know how else to justify the blushing. Maybe Josette was just one of those people who's cheeks turned bright red in any weather?

He nodded his head really quickly. "Why of course! The activity is Flamsteed Approved anyway so why not?" he said, winking at the sweet Ravenclaw. Then Simon eyed their wall. "We should probably build this up a bit more before firing at him cause he could probably tear it down with one spell at the moment."