In all honesty Noah had not really expected her to answer. He had expected her to skirt the subject, make some vague references and to instead focus on her History of Magic notes. When she did answer therefore another pot of ink nearly made its way over the parchment sat before the Hufflepuff boy. Still he had quite literally asked for it and scribbling away at the parchment Noah consider his answer. At the end of the day he had to surely be the least qualified person to ask what straight sex was supposed to feel like for a girl, and though he had heard the same rumours of pain that every other boy over the age of twelve had he had never really thought it particularly true. Firstly because that was one hell of an evolutionary design flaw if it was the case, but mainly because if it was something which was painful then it would surely not be half as popular as it was. Still no smoke without a fire, and those rumours had to come from somewhere.

"Honestly? Wrong person to ask, but I'm guessing it isn't supposed to hurt forever." Passing another piece of parchment over Noah raked through the pile of ruined notes looking for another semi decipherable one. He still thought Mim would stop talking soon, this was the girl who had ruin three year's worth of work at a mere reference to sex, however apparently she was on a roll.

"I just don't know what you want from sex. Well not you… but Grant…. And I can't ask him. I'd die!" Suppressing a snicker at the notion of genuinely gentlemanly teenage boys Noah fished out another sheet, swallowing slightly to ensure he didn't laugh at all at her overreaction. "You know, we aren't all the same, what I want from sex would have Grant running in the opposite direction I suspect. Besides, just because he was a decent guy and didn't take advantage of you being trashed doesn't mean he wouldn't jump at the chance to tell you what he wants." Or he might not, there was every chance Grant too subscribed to the don't talk about it theory, however that was his loss if he did.

Reloading his quill Noah paused however as Mim started talking again, a large blob of ink landing in the middle of the page as the quill remained hovevering above the creamy parchment. Placing it down upon the worn wood Noah turned slightly, any trace of earlier sniggers gone, "If McKinney didn't think you were attractive he wouldn't be dating you, but I guess there is no harm in ensuring he doesn't ever spare Darling another glance." His expression was part annoyance, part disgust and part amusement, his general opinion of Gail written across his face. It wasn't that he didn't like her, and he certainly would help her as readily as he would help Mim, however there was something about her that ensured he would always keep her at arms length.

"I mean McKinney is probably glad to be getting any action at all," Returning to the notes, Noah frowned slightly as he tried to remember just what Gladys Hobspawn had done in the eighteen century, asking absently as he did so, "I take it you didn't do anything aside from the actual sex?"

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