Desiree felt the warmth of Ernie's hand on her back and she wished she'd been wearing a tank top, or something so he'd be touching her skin instead of fabric. Shifting, Desiree leaned into Ernie a bit, signaling that it was okay to have his arm around her. Body language had always been the best way to talk, and Desiree was well versed in the subject. She hadn't always been, but since Desiree had learned the dos and don'ts of body language, she was convinced her life took a drastic turn for the best.
Nodding in response to Erine, Desiree paid attention to his words. "I'm sure they'd complain a bunch more if they were attacked. Most of my housemates just seem to think they're indestructible. Of course, last year didn't help, when they were favoured." Desiree hadn't openly been against the treatment they'd received last year, but she also hadn't been openly for it. It had upset her, to see her friends hurt, but Desiree hadn't wanted to recieve the same treatment so she mostly hid in Slytherin.
"Oh, they're very interesting," Desiree replied. She knew better than to broadcast the truth of her obsession, the fact that it all led from blood. Many people already thought she was strange, and she didn't need Ernie running away now. "Well I don't know any Hufflepuffs, so right now you're very interesting," Desiree said with a wink.