 ¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls
The blank expression was completely lost on Joel, whose mind was already preoccupied with trying to calculate how much Mia would know about detentions and rules. She looked like the clever sort, but that didn't necessarily mean she had the information. In the end, he decided it was worth a shot. If she didn't know the exact consequence of entering some other common room, then he could just read the policies of Hogwarts. If one existed.
He chuckled at her, and raised his eyebrows. "That's a long shot though, isn't it?" he said, "I mean, I guess being a head boy is kinda important, but... She," he gestured at the empty portrait, "meets a lot of new people every year. And at least one head boy every year." Unless one died throughout the year. Seriously, would they replace the person, then? He ought to read the policies. He shrugged. "You do you, girl. Just saying. Speaking of breaking the rules though," his blue eyes tried to meet hers, but it was kind of hard from this angle, "what happens if... someone lets another student from a different house into their own common room?" He didn't care if she guessed his intentions or not. He just didn't think she would particularly care to snitch on him, since it wasn't her business.
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