Alicia had stepped into the twilight zone. She was in a secret Hufflepuff sex den. It was strange to think that these were the friends Robbie had talked about. Her Robbie. Sweet, preppy Robbie who clearly had a drawer full of strap-ons because apparently every Hufflepuff was a secret sex fiend. Okay, that might be a slight exaggeration.
"I know I could," she shot back, leaning back against the counter, looking at the two boys in front of her. "But I don't know if you boys have earned that, not yet. So you can snoop, hardly worth a medal. One fumbling boy is bad enough, why should I risk two?"