Chloe was trying unsuccessfully to nurse her Abyssinian shrivelfig back to health. Professor Longbottom had suggested that perhaps a less challenging plant would be more her speed and that if she tended to it in her free time it might do well. She suspected this was his way of attempting to make her feel better about being absolute rubbish in Herbology no matter which way you looked at it, but was giving it a go anyways. The shrivelfig was on its last legs. She prodded it idly with her wand as if that might help.
James' dramatics were just the distraction she needed, and when he spoke, she looked up and smiled.
"Does that mean we should just do you in now, Potter?" she asked as she gave the plant one last disparaging glance and padded over, hands just shy of being on her hips.
Well, if there were going to be goings on in the commons, she wanted a part of it.