"Brody!" his smiled widened, mostly out of relief of not being alone with the Slytherin girl, but also because, well, Brody was pretty, and she was a Huffie, and she had golden hair.

Treyen left the fabrics alone, and chuckled at her comment of being late. She wasn't THAT late, really, just a few minutes, big deal. "How many more are we?" the boy asked, closing the notebook. "Should we start discussing something? Or wait for someone else?" he wasn't that eager to start, but, they had to do something, right?