Sally raised an eyebrow at Harold's words and smirked. One hint couldn't be so bad, right? "He is in our school." She nodded and said, "Your welcome." Sally chuckled quietly. This was going to take a while, so Sally snuggled into the couch, her feet just barely touching Harold's legs. Sally had a question though, "When you say year, which one do you mean, mine or yours?" Sally smiled, and tried to genuinely look confused, but it didn't work so well.