He didn't even argue the point with her. She would never believe he quit for his own reasons and he'd never be talked into being on the team again. Had he not been so afraid of Pete and Joel - as a team - he'd have never joined in the first place. But, T.J. never wanted to hear that.

"Are you sticking to her schedule?"

He gave a snort as he continued to pluck at the melody. "Does it look like I'm studying or writing an essay at the moment?" Leaving off the plucking for a moment, he was digging into the bag in which was said study items, looking about for a few cherry twists. Finding them, he popped the end of one in his mouth, much like some sugary cigar. Sucking on the end of it, he went back to playing over the strings, working on making a smooth, clean switch between chords as he did and listening to T.J. prattle on about the whole issue of Quidditch. He grunted at various points, to show he was listening, even if he wasn't - not really - and he continued to suck at the end of the cherry twist, the gooey center starting to seep through the hole he was making in the twist.

"Maybe," he said, around the twist, "I want to grow a beard as long as Dumbledore's and live in the underground," he commented, looking up at her. "It's a viable option. Those Muggles can make a good living on tips," he added, leaving off the plucking as the cherry twist burst at the end inside his mouth and he was now focused on sucking out all the cherry goodness.