She grinned a little. "You are legitimately the strangest bloke I know." And she meant it as nicely as she possibly could. There were very few people she had generally positive feelings towards. Even Max and Hazel ended up on her list of people she hated, but Tucker never stayed on it very long. He was always on the ever long list of people she thought were idiots, but she couldn't hate him. "Are you sure you're not in the club?" 

Tuckers plans for food made her glad that she was a sane person. "I don't drink milkshakes. I'm lactose intolerant." She rolled her eyes, but accepted a bowl of vanilla ice cream from a house elf anyway, setting it down on the counter next to her as she hopped up, feet kicking back and forth against the wooden cabinets. "Its going to take forever to melt. We should have brought a book, or homework, or my quidditch note book. Or your girlfriend's schedule. We could make revisions to it, and you could run them by her." T.J. was pretty sure she could come up with some brilliant things for his schedule

"You shouldn't let her keep you so whipped. You're the man in the relationship. Be the man, put her in her place." She picked up the bowl stirring the ice cream too help it melt faster, but she ended up gesturing with the spoon for emphasis, sending vanilla splatters at her friend. "But I only support that kind of misogynistic behavior in this one case. She kind of deserves it. Next thing she'll be telling you how to dress and how to walk and have you carrying her purse. I don't think she even caries a purse. Never trust a girl who doesn't carry a purse." T.J. stated definitively, ignoring the fact that she too never carried a purse.