Xaviers!

"So give it time," Quinn smiled. "You'll see. Everything is good. Everything will be good.

Unless you were planning on winning these 100 pounds, of course. That's going to be me," he winked.

"I'd say bring it but then I don't know your talent."

"Well, then, far be it from me to spoil the surprise," he winked.

"Being obsequious doesn't translate well to the stage, I should think."

"A wound, a veritable touch," Quinn said, staggering back and clutching his chest.

"I'm here as a representative of the students, not of the administration. I'm working with you and for you, sideeye or no sideeye."

"Funny how three students I've never heard of got selected to represent us."

"You've got to come to the more fun parties," he smiled, tapping the side of his nose conspiratorially.

"I think we have plenty of fun," she smirks.

"You DO know your hall has quite the reputation, right? One would think the last headmistress was quarantining you from the rest of us," Quinn laughed.

"Of course. Wouldn't want to get any fun on you."

"Well, I suppose the talent show will be a good chance for you to school the rest of us on just how fun you can be!"

"You can't handle the amount of fun we bring to the table. Because it comes with a side of fist."

"...Really?" Quinn laughed. "That's what you're going with?"

"It... sounded better in my head."

"Sticking to music, and maybe not stand-up comedy, probably gives you the best chance of winning," Quinn laughed.