Her eyes strayed from the messy-haired boy in front of her. Idly glancing at the side of the room, as though someone at any moment would catch these two in conversation and he'd immediately start teasing her in a less than friendly manner. She seemed in thought, though. Not so much about how one of them would look being seen plotting, but about something completely different.
After that genuine moment, she returned her focus to James. The books brought closer to her chest. Her mary-jane slippers were still soaked with mud and her black tights had splatter marks from her outdoor trek. She smiled sweetly, shrugging off her confusion with a little laugh. "James Potter, I'm afraid I don't know what you're getting at."