T.J. sometimes forgot that she was not one of the guys. While recent events had rendered her undateable and there for not exactly a girl, neither was she one of the lads, so she existed somewhere lost in the space between being one of the boys and being someone they might consider shagging on occasion. She was not okay with being lost. She had gotten lost plenty as a child, and as a pre-teen, and as a teenager, and she was over it. She wanted to be the person she wanted to be. And since being a girl was out of her control, she was going to be one of the lads. Tucker could suck it. He couldn't because she wasn't actually one of the lads, like… physically… but the analogy was getting out of hand. 

She would have said something about age before beauty, but while Tucker was older, she was not more beautiful than he was. Not that she thought he was beautiful. She didn't. Joel was not half bad looking but that was irrelevant. So she lead the way up the stairs and out in to the hall, towards the kitchen. It was hardly a far walk. Hufflepuff was closest to the kitchen, probably for a reason. Hufflepuffs frequently stole in to get food. They were introducted to the Kitchen with in the first week of being there. It took most students at least till second year to find it, many longer than that. 

"Sandwiches and biscuits. Or we could make biscuit sandwiches. With ice cream in the middle?" She would need hers in a bowl. The appropriate way to eat ice cream was melted. Otherwise she couldn't stand the stuff. She frequently described herself as lactose intolerant, even if it wasn't true. She just didn't like milk, or cheese, or yogurt, or solid ice cream. Melted ice cream was pretty good. And it would probably be better with biscuits crunched up in it. "Maybe Vanilla with raisin biscuits? Or Ginger. Ginger biscuits might not be bad either…"