She winked at him and mouthed. Look who's paying, Scales. She got up as the Sorting had completed and the Feast was over. Making her way over to the Slytherin table, she smirked.

Sebastian crossed his arms and flung himself backwards catching his feet on the underside of the table to he wouldn't fall off the bench. "Not a word out of you," he hissed at her.

"Who was so confident they were gonna win? Oh, right, you." She teased, sitting beside him. "And who lost? Oh- again- also you. This is why you never make bets with a Ravenclaw."

Sebastian sat up again. "Okay, but there was no skill involved in that whatsoever," he said. "That was luck. And the sorting hat."

"I'd like to see how terribly you'd lose if it included skill," She joked.

"Oh it's on," Sebastian said with a grin. He paused for a second. "You know what I've always wanted to try?" he asked.

She raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Sebastian glanced around subtly and lowered his voice. "Race on the rooftops. Parkour style. We'd bring our brooms, so if we fell we could use 'accio'," he said. "You in?"

Her eyes widened. "Are you serious? That's not... the Ravenclaw thing to do." Rayne laughed. "Well, if you think it'll be fun. I'm probably gonna half to catch you, so I'm coming. And my Ravenclaw friends are going to think I'm crazy for jumping around the Hogwarts roofs with a Slytherin. No offense, it's just your House doesn't have the best rep."

(Ping? They're at the Sorting, which just finished)