"I can't say I would object to that," Elizabeth teased, openly aware of the implication her comment would make, but who was she to deny an opportunity when she saw fit? The quip did not have to have an underlying mean - it was merely a jest. Despite her better convincing, Liz was not altogether positive that this was how she had intended for it to sound. Of course she wanted to be a jo-- she stopped herself, her thoughts coming to a brief yet determined halt. Again, she had let herself over think simple conversation. "Besides, a Big, Bad Slytherin would easily be able to ward me off. What - with all the studying he does."
"But tonight proved an easy escape. All of my friends went their separate ways, and I insisted that I had to catch up in my classes. Quite the simplistic excuse," she admitted with a tone of apology for her uncreative thinking, "but it certainly does entertain the Ravenclaw standard. Who am I to snub tradition?" With a shrug she pressed on. "And what about you? Did you manage to make it past your party without protest?"