Ioan laughed and took a step forward, leading the way along the well-worn path. It was covered in new-fallen leaves, but still easily navigable, considering this was the least popular side of the lake. It bordered mountains and forest and a lot of students found it uninviting. Ioan found it wild and strangely beautiful, which would explain why he'd come there in the first place.
"Aye," he said. "And you're no bother. I wouldn't have asked otherwise." (This was accompanied by a friendly wink.)
Shoving his hands in his pockets, he glanced over at her, studying her a little more closely. She was attractive enough and seemed to nice to be in Slytherin, but he was sure the Sorting Hat had its reasons. It always did, though he suspected that each individual might have some say in the matter. He'd hoped for Ravenclaw, because that's where Anthony had been sorted, but he knew he didn't have the determination to study that most of them did. Hufflepuff was a good fit, because while outgoing, he wasn't overly bold or brave.
"They tease you, dangling a line or a verse just out of your reach and when you finally do get it down on parchment, they scatter with the rest of the song," he continued. "I suppose it's the same for all creative people, whether they're singers or writers or apothecaries."