She likes the way his fingers feel in her hair. Maybe she'll wear it down more often, or maybe just take it down more when they're alone. She had an image to present to the world, just as much as he did - clean, crisp, conservative - but that image was meant to be shattered when it was just the two of them. It's why her impish smile only gets worse, even though she knows he's spinning tales as much as she is. She releases his hand, so she can slide hers over his chest now, stopping to draw a circle where his Head Boy pin usually rests. "Vicious. I undersold you. They'll never think of crossing me again."