"At least I have something worthwhile to say," Casey muttered back, rolling her eyes as she shifted from foot to foot, getting impatient. Older kids at Hogwarts thought all of their issues were so important. Casey knew that no one really had any worthwhile problems, and that's why she fought for things like the chair. Because, hell, it meant more to stand up for yourself than it did to enter yet another fling. These two Slytherins would not know, though, because while the snakepit taught pride, it taught nothing of valor or nobility.
"The spot isn't worth it, but standing up to you is," Casey informed the boy. "Also, it's a pretty damn good spot." She crossed her arms, but soon they were deciding to move anyway. They left, leaving her with condescending words, moving just far enough that the girl could still call out to her. Casey shrugged, "Happy? I'd say less irritated."
She began to pull out her work, but could not focus as they spoke, much louder than they realized, of their budding love. Casey rolled her eyes but bent over the book. Besides, she never knew what she might hear that might be useful.