Rosy smirks, because she's awful. As a Stoker, she's pretty much required to be a bully. And as a bully, she likes seeing her boyfriend mildly jealous over the British version of Agent Yeager.

Honestly, she probably should have gone into Slytherin.

"I guess I haven't checked out the highlighter selection yet," she says, head tilting to the side, as if trying to weigh her options here. She reaches past Danny to the shelf under his elbow, where a whole array of fountain pens were hiding. Rosy doesn't even use fountain pens, they smear too easily, but she's nudging him out of the way to peek at the collection anyway. "I wonder if they have different colors from us."