Maybe if Razzy was really lucky, one day he'd see Erin around his little sister. With his ability to lash out when confused, angry, or feeling any sort of emotion at all taken away, Erin was decidingly different. More awkward, for one. He had the most minimal grasp on manipulation, but Hannah knew exactly what to do and say to get him wrapped around her little finger, and Erin was often quite helpless to prevent it. It would be embarrassing for him, but for Razzy it'd be the highest entertainment.

"I'm glad we have an agreement."

Razzy winked at him, and Erin raised an eyebrow. Weird bloke, this one. It was almost like Razzy was flirting with him.

Contrary to popular belief, Erin knew how to flirt. One day he'd be good enough to charm the pants off any girl... or man. But for now, he was still unfamiliar with the concept of being flirted with, and by a guy at that.

"Oh, Erin, darling. No, no... You're much too sweet as it is. Of course, it wouldn't hurt for you to call me pretty every so often."

But he was good enough to place one hand to his chest now, with the other one outstretched, and give a little sitting bow. "Wouldn't dream of depriving you," he said, and with a smile so dazzling that it almost masked the sarcasm, "Oh, mon petit chou, I had no idea." It suited him, Erin was sure, and despite the very clear sarcasm in Razzy's voice Erin might not mind calling him a pretty boy every once in a while. With all that attention he paid to his hair, he certainly deserved the title.

Thankfully he went on to clarify his roles in previous fights; otherwise Erin might've thought him quite a pansy. Beaten the crap out of people... yes, Erin could believe that of him. His eyes lingered on Razzy's arms, in a way the other boy would most certainly misinterpret, but Erin was only noting Razzy's muscles. Still, if things ever came to a fight between the two of them, Erin wouldn't be intimidated. Razzy was bigger and probably stronger than him, but what Erin lacked in muscle he made up for with sheer energy and the refusal to stay down no matter how many punches he'd taken.

However, to Erin's surprise, he was beginning to hope that he and Razzy wouldn't ever fight. Not because Razzy wasn't annoying - oh, how he was annoying- or because he didn't deserve a punch now and then, but because he was, to Erin's immense surprise, actually sort of kinda sometimes interesting. Intriguing. Enigmatic? Something. And the thing about Razzy was, the more he resisted rising to the bait, or the more he stayed silent when anyone else would have talked, the more interesting he became. It was really bizarre. Erin didn't have a lot of friends, this was true, partially because he was about as easy to get along with as a pissed-off bear, but also because for the mot part he found regular people rather boring. Dull. Com-plete-ly lacking imagination. He didn't consider a lot of people worthy of being his friend. But Razzy was beginning to emerge as someone who, at the very least, was never boring.

The last of Razzy's words caught his attention, though, ripping him from his thoughts. "Perhaps that's why I'm a goddamn Hufflepuff. Much too friendly, I am..."

Erin gave a bark of laughter. "You're sure as hell not the standard Hufflepuff type. You hardly roll over and cave in, do you?"

Razzy felt silent for a long, long moment. The quiet was all right, though, it was comfortable; Erin was hardly hanging onto the other boy's every word. He wasn't the kind to babble to fill up the air; Erin knew the value of silence. But then,"At least... I would pay money for that. Poor egg."

Erin leaned forward over his desk again, his eyes locking onto Razzy's and his face softening as though he was about to tell Razzy something extremely, incredibly important. Instead - "That's because you're quite mad," Erin said, almost gently, before his lips curved into a grin and ruined all pretense.

Razzy fell silent for the second time, and Erin reacted exactly as he had the first time: by doing nothing. He took the opportunity to lean back in his chair, watching Razzy with the idle interest of one who has nothing better to do. After a minute or two his gaze flicked to the window of the room, then to the egg, then back again, but he didn't seem to be at all uncomfortable with the quiet. Razzy'd unintentionally put him into a good mood with his oh-so-false insult; instead of pissing him off, Erin was amused, and a little smile remained faintly on his lips. The smile faded a little, after a while; Erin was still staring at him, but now he looked like he was debating something. Eventually, he twisted in his seat and, with his wand, summoned his windbreaker from the egg's desk. Giving the door a sidelong look, he drew something out of one of the jacket's pockets, before raising his eyes back to Razzy. He opened his hand to show a few cigarettes - the wizarding kind, with no smoke and little smell.

"Fancy a fag?" he asked, and the little smile was back.

"Oh? And what would that be, hm?"

Erin shrugged, preoccupied with using his wand to light up. "Dunno. Hadn't thought of it yet." He didn't smoke often - only every once and a while - just for the illicit thrill of doing so on school grounds. Razzy didn't seem the type to squeal, which is why he shared them with him now. " 'M sure it would've been real dastardly."

Of course, Razzy would find Hannah Harper very entertaining. Witnessing someone besides himself manipulate Erin would be funny. Especially a little girl. But Razzy knew nothing of Hannah's existence. And, if he did, Razzy would most likely like her. Razzy didn't know much about the Harpers. He paid attention to French pureblood families and the Darks. That was about it. Only because they were all related to him. His mother would introduce him to a pretty French girl, and Razzy could just assume that she was his cousin or something gross like that. The Harpers would probably be related to the Darks, though. Both being from Welsh descent. Lucky for Razzy, he was only related by marriage if the two families were actually connected. But that was all Razzy knew. Anything further than that, he would be blank.

Erin fell silent once more and Razzy simply smirked. Though, he couldn't tell if Erin picked up Razzy's advances or if he was, well, slow. Razzy had a hard time with Erin when it came to reading his face. It didn't help that Erin grew quiet each time he flirted with him. How on Earth was Razzy suppose to flirt with him when he never responded? He was taking it as slow as he could... Razzy wasn't built to undergo such a slow pace in a relationship. He was used to people just throwing themselves at him (Or, in many cases, vis versa... Though Razzy would never admit that). But he was willing to take it as slow as possible. It was a challenge. Which always peaked Razzy's interest.

"Wouldn't dream of depriving you,"

Erin joked with him and Razzy could help but laugh. It wasn't fair how Erin taunted Razzy with that smile. Surly Razzy's charming smirks had to affect Erin... Then again, it was Razzy that was so easily teased by cute boys. The more he spoke with Erin, the less Razzy believed the boy to be swinging both ways. But that just added to the challenge. And even though Razzy truly wasn't a confident boy and thought of himself as dull and annoying, he believed Erin would be swooning over him in no time. Then again, loving was all Razzy was confident in. But even that was starting to bore Razzy. Well, maybe only a little.

"Oh, mon petit chou, I had no idea."

A genuine, suave smile began to form. Mon petit chou? That boy was going to be the death of Razzy. He began laughing and shook his head, "It's all right, amour de ma vie," Razzy told him, still beaming at him, "You know how lonely I get, is all," he added, sarcastically. Razzy noted, very quickly, that perhaps if Erin could speak French... He understood what Razzy had been saying the whole time. However, Mon Petit Chou was simply a common term, he probably just knew the nickname and nothing else. And, also, Erin was rather... Not bright. But Razzy still had high hopes. But the whole conversation was too funny. And it was great to finally have Erin joking along with him, rather than calling him bizarre and/or being a total buzzkill. Razzy couldn't quite remember Erin joking with him before. But this was good. Showed that Erin wasn't a total prude.

If Razzy had heard Erin's plotting to call him a pretty boy, he would be rather surprised. It wasn't often he was teased for his feminine grooming habits. He flicked his fringe, obliviously, without a care in the world. Luckily, just because Razzy was a pretty boy, didn't mean he couldn't kick some ass. Perhaps one of the reasons he joined Quidditch in the first place was because he felt like kicking ass every once in a while. And, well, because that Mystique girl was recruiting and Razzy felt bad if he didn't step up. She seemed too nice of a person to deny. He was a good player, anyways. Definitely a bit too cocky, though...

He noticed Erin's gaze turning to Razzy's arms but he didn't think much of it. If they had been flirting, Razzy would have felt pretty damn hot. But he was talking about beating the crap out of people... He saw it more as Erin checking to see if he was capable of actually hurting someone... He couldn't tell what Erin was thinking, but he truly did have the capability. He simply just used it as a defense, rather than something to use as a threat. Razzy used to be scrawny. Really scrawny, actually... But he picked up lifting weights when he was bored in his room. Plus, he had the shit beaten out of him a couple times... Definitely not a fun experience. And definitely not something he would openly mention.

"You're sure as hell not the standard Hufflepuff type. You hardly roll over and cave in, do you?"

Razzy chuckled and shrugged, "Very true," he wouldn't roll around on that floor, heaven's no. "Hufflepuffs are a weird bunch... I'm sure Ravenclaws all fit in together with their nerdiness... Gryffindors with their stupidness... And Slytherins with their..." He looked Erin over, "Whatever you are... Cunning-ness?" He chuckled, "But we Hufflepuffs don't always share a lot in common. Like, I would never be friendly with Figaro Sellaphix because he's a little prick," because not all Hufflepuffs were nice and friendly. "But that's just me," Razzy shrugged and laughed again. He had no clue how Erin felt about Fig, but Razzy was more on the dislike side of it all.

Erin leaned in, as if he was about to tell Razzy something that he might like and get excited over. But Razzy had caught on to what the teasing boy was doing. He would lean in, and then say he's bizarre or threaten him or something else that Razzy didn't truly care for... "That's because you're quite mad," he told him. And Razzy simply smirked. Razzy slightly wished he wasn't so observant so he wouldn't have seen that coming. A part of him wanted to be teased. That part of Razzy was the part he had to control around Erin. Though... With Eli Park, he can't really say he has his guards up. Which results in some pretty strange stories.

"Like a fox," Razzy agreed, pushing his hair back again. "You tell me you wouldn't pay to watch a lunatic fight an egg..." He said, smirk still in place. He was definitely starting to get comfortable with Erin, as much as he would never admit that. The boy was entertaining... And as Razzy smoothed out his shirt, he didn't see himself leaving Erin any time soon. Usually, by now, he'd want to be alone... And he'd end up leaving his company... But not with Erin...

As the silence fell, Razzy's face grew blank. The way it did whenever he was alone and could sit for hours doing nothing. Clearly, he hadn't pissed Erin off with the silence. In fact, he looked happier. Though Razzy's attempt at his little game didn't work so well, it was nice to see Erin smiling that small smile. If Razzy had been with anyone else, they would have grown nervous... Perhaps thinking the silence was awkward and wanting to leave as soon as possible. Razzy's hand went back up to his hair and he began twisting a few of his locks into curls, then running a hand through them to straighten them back out, and repeat. He wondered what he'd look like with curls... Razzy knew if he grew his hair a certain length, it all poofed up into an afro-ish mess. Which was why he usually kept it short... But it was growing longer... Wavier... Perhaps a fro would look nice on the young Frenchman.

"Fancy a fag?"

Razzy's attention snapped back from the desk and to Erin's hand. He pulled his legs off the table and leaned in, "Of course," he said, taking one of the cigarettes and placing it between his lips. Razzy smoked quite often, but he generally didn't have any cigarettes with him. Just because he knew people were suspicious of him. He remembered his mother asking him one day why he always smelled like cigarettes and coffee... But Razzy simply shrugged and said he didn't know. Razzy drank a lot of coffee... Perhaps it was one of the reasons he could stay up all night. But it didn't explain why he could sit so still for so many hours.

Just as Erin had done, Razzy pulled out his wand to light himself up. Only Razzy did it quickly, his wand going back into his pocket before anyone could even notice. He had gotten pretty swift with that one simple action. If only Razzy was that fast with other spells and charms... He wasn't the most brilliant boy when it came to wandwork. Though... Charms was somewhat his best class.

"Dunno. Hadn't thought of it yet. 'M sure it would've been real dastardly."

The Hufflepuff breathed out and then chuckled, "That's fine," he said, "Lucky for you, I can wait," in more ways than one. Erin was simply too cute. Razzy stayed where he was, leaning in towards the Slytherin, legs outstretched underneath the desk and out towards where Erin was sitting. He had scooted his chair in, getting comfortable once more. His spine hurt from leaning back for so long. Leaning forward was, naturally, the next place to go.

"But I'll take your word for it," he added with a wink, charming smile forming into place. With that, he fell silent. He was much too comfortable to continue speaking about Erin's threat. Though... He thought Erin's answer was completely adorable. He tilted his head and surveyed him once more, now that he was closer. Erin was just adorable in general, but Razzy wasn't about to go and tell him that. It would ruin the friendly moment. Erin had softened up to Razzy, he could tell. And Razzy was willing to wait for him to open up more. Razzy wasn't typically the type of person to chase after someone... But Erin Harper was worth the fight.

He tore his eyes away from Erin's and traced the designs in the wooden desk with his thumb, "Just so you know, I don't really plan on leaving any time soon".