"I always have a good party. I don't need bikini models for that," she shot back seriously, fixing him with a faint pout. "You'd like them, you should come next time.. unless you think you're too mature. But I don't throw stupid keggers in the woods like those mudbloods did," she explained. "I expect class. Ties and coats."
Her own cigarette was finished a few moments after his, and she dropped it to the grass, crushing it out with the toe of her boot. She looked up at him, nodding. "She does, unfortunately.. we're roommates," she sighed. Upon the mention of her family, she blinked a bit as if she found his question stupid. "Of course not.. not many of them, anyway. There are only a handful of us still keeping the family name from being tarnished entirely, you know."