Ella smirked. "Just wanted to gauge the situation. Now that I have, I'm out of your head. If I'd wanted to kill you, you'd be dead already. Same for Emil," she said, laughing to herself at the name. "Call me blonde again, though, and I'll have to rethink what I'm hoping to get out of this rendezvous." She glanced over at Terrence and quirked her brow inquiringly, but shrugged and looked back at Ron.
"As for what I want, no idea. But I have a feeling it's right alongside what you want, Weasley. Viva la revolucion, and all that."