"Right then. I'll think of a number between one and --"
"No," Lan cut him off. "You don't get to pick the number, Tris. Everyone knows what number you always default to."
"I don't," Lily offered, her head tilted. But with Tristan, she'd bet it was something dirty, and she kind of grinned. "What number?"
Brenna rolled her eyes. "Sixty--" She blinked as she was suddenly silenced and she flicked accusing eyes to Tristan.
"Sorry," he apologized. "But I really don't want Elder Potter on my tail. I'm in enough trouble for getting her started on wand jokes."
Landon snorted back a laugh at that. "Oh, God Tristan," he said as he shook his head. "This is why I can't ever leave you alone. You corrupt the seconds."
He sighed before he stood up to get the hat. "Right you lot. Everyone write their name on something, and we'll fish one out of the hat. That'll be who goes first. Whoever they ask goes second, and so on and so forth," he elaborated.