Althea caught the grin on Noelle's lips, and she would've pressed her about it had she not beaten Althea to the punch. Blinking several times, she tried to gather her thoughts and gain back the cool composure she'd entered the conversation with. It wasn't working entirely well, but at least she'd felt the flush leave her cheeks. Mostly. "I'm absolutely sure. It was a," she wracked her brain for the right word, "slip of the tongue." There, crisis averted.

"I don't think I'll be getting to know him anytime soon. He's just nice to look at," that and his girlfriend, she believed, was that screeching banshee Cheryl. Or...was it Charlotte? Whatever. It didn't matter to her. "You'll just have to stick around long enough to find out," she replied, an impish grin taking hold of her mouth. Althea watched, in slight confusion, as Noelle pulled her hair into a bun. What exactly was she going to do that required her hair to be out of the way? "My hair? Alright...," she did as instructed, and piled her hair into a messy bun (all she could manage with the volume of hair she had.)

"Declan? I'm not surprised,...he has the strangest ideas." Understatement of the century. "What exactly are we going to do?" she inquired as she made her way over to Noelle. Normally, Althea was on the one was enigmatic in the things that she did, but...it was strange that she couldn't figure out the what Noelle had in mind for them. She hoped that it was fun, at least; Noelle didn't seem like the type to disappoint, so Althea placed her faith in the Gryffindor's capabilities for the time being.