Although she had basically given up on the idea of Ravenclaw winning the House Cup, it was still a thought in the back of her head. She nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. She didn't want Hufflepuff or Gryffindor to pull up in the ranks anymore than he did, but for different reasons, of course.
Following him toward the table, she pulled an empty chair out from underneath and perched herself atop it, her legs crossed Indian style.
"It was probably a good idea you came," she said, her voice just as quiet as his, before raking a hand through her long waves. "I think if any of us were to miss she'd get suspicious. I suppose she's got good reason, of course.