With a smile, Desiree watched the bench move closer to them. When Ernie charmed it to be a touch more comfortable, Desiree wondered why that hadn't been done on the first place. Certainly in a school of magic the professors could charm hard and uncomfortable seats to be pleasant? Before she sat, Desiree pressed her robes to her thighs. She wasn't sure why, because the bench would do that for her, it was just a habit. Settling in, Desiree shifted a bit so that her leg touched Ernie's when she sat down.
"I find most students in our common room to be full of misery, or complaints. It's as if the majority of Slytherins believe to be a proper student they must spread hate and sadness." Returning Ernie's gaze, Desiree felt her cheeks pinken slightly. Although she was excellent in seduction and making the first move, Desiree wasn't exempt from nerves, flattery, and blushing. "Me?" Desiree repeated while she thought. "I think vampires are fascinating, I thoroughly enjoy herbology, and I love kissing. What about yourself?"