Stella wrinkled her nose playfully after he bopped her. "Blah, blah, blah." When it came to school, she couldn't be bothered to do her homework. When it came to digging up dirt on other students, however, Stella put in the leg work. It all just mattered what interested her most, she supposed. School was boring to her, and Aaron was more than just a little aware of that.
"I feel fairly comfortable with my present friend situation." She said simply, not even sure if she wanted any more friends. People who liked you were high maintenance. You had to talk and keep in touch and make sure that they knew you cared about them. It was easier to taunt people, she'd decided, and she refused to accept that she was rationalizing. "It might hurt my reputation," she said, shrugging her shoulders, knowing that he was mostly right. She kicked him again when he began to sob, but smiled when he looked at her. This boy was a drama queen.
At the mention of his pen pal's house, Stella quietly sunk back into her memory. She carefully tried to remember all of the older female Slytherins. There were many, but she supposed if he wasn't complaining about her, it likely knocked several people off the list. "Did one kick her or something?" She inquired carefully. None of his hints helped her at all. "How much have you been talking to her? Girl is bold to tell so much to a complete stranger. The things anonymity will let you do."