Agyness threw a disdainful look at the blonde young man as he dared to approach her at the Ravenclaw table. "Isn't that obvious," She scoffed. These Slytherins, all talk and no action. Agyness's mind was already in high gear as she formulated a plan to worm her way out of the situation. There was no way in hell that she was going to become a part of the Malfoy clan. She reluctantly gazed up at Draco, his normally snarky expression turned soft. That was odd. Agyness decided that if they were to attempt work together to get themselves out of this antiquated business of arranged marriage, she would have to at least be somewhat cordial to him. It would be hard, but she would try... possibly. "Do you just plan to go along with this nonsense?" She asked, "Because I certainly don't."