Sarita was an eyebrow at the male in front of her. He was insuiating that she was raised on a farm because she was a Hufflepuff? She wasn't quite sure how to react to that. "That's not exactly a good reason to think a person's from a farm."
She blushed a bit noticing his attention focus on the notebook that was now clutched to her chest. She shifted on her feet moving slightly so he couldn't reach her book any longer. She sighed softly, "It's a sketchbook. You know? The kind you sketch in," she stated.