If Jayden Everdragomir is something, it's a cynic. He's a skeptical realist, a borderline pessimist, who knows to consider the worst out of people by default to avoid disappointments. And when it comes to people, disappointments are more likely to happen than being positively surprised. So he's always ready for everything.
Or so he thought.
"I want to be friends with you, but I'm more than willing to work up to that. At the moment though, I want in." The Hufflepuff girl drops it all like it was no big deal. Jay stares at her blankly, like the amount of weirdness of this request didn't quite register on the first try. And when it finally starts to, his expression begins to look all kinds of confused again, but before the boy gets a chance to word out anything what he thinks about it, the girl presses on.
"I can already name you at least six students who would be happy to pay you to do business with them but never heard of your business before-" She explains it like a lawyer in court trying to defend her case, and rolling over him like a steam engine train or a street roller, "And I can name three that know of it but are too scared to talk to you."
Jay lifts his finger and opens his mouth to reply, but she's not done, continuing with pressing forward and leaving the Slytherin into the dust. "But more than that; you make nice references in class, you're up to some things that sound fun as heck to join, and I want to be your friend, so you should let me help you so I can also work up to that?"
The last part is phrased like a question, and before Jay realizes it himself, he's somehow nodding along -- and catches himself in the act. The boy squints his eyes like he's asking what kind of fuckery is this, and looks up at the Hufflepuff who's practically beaming at him, like he's wordlessly saying 'Damn, she's good.'
There's a beat of silence. At this point, Jay's already expecting her to say something more. And he's right, she eventually does, however with her confident smile faltering as she does.
"This isn't blackmail or anything though, don't feel pressured to do anything! If you say no, I'll leave you more or less alone but-" She shrugs and then says it almost nonchalantly, like stating a fact, "I could probably double whatever profit you're making now."
She's thrown a hook. And Jay's taken the bait.
It's a no-brainer, really. She's already proven to be way more capable at socializing, effectively shutting him up, given a sales speech of the century and the boy is obviously now interested enough to lean on the stone railing again, weighing it all in his mind.
It's a long silence. Jay's a lot about those, especially when he thinks. His gaze is cast down into the depths of the moving staircase where you can see the bottom floor easy enough from few floors above where they're standing. Few kids are climbing the stairs here and there, and few of them stumble a bit when one of the stairs suddenly begin to move in mid descent.
What is with these pushy people, recently? So annoying. First his roommate wants to befriend him after two years at the start of term, and now this one. Who the hell is she anyway? The raven haired lad rarely pays attention to the people around himself he doesn't particularly care about, so she's not someone who's stuck into his memory. Especially when it's a big school and they're in different houses.
Jay's not too sure about the friend part. But he knows good business.
"...Ten percent." Jay suddenly speaks up, lifting up his piercing eyes to meet the girl's amber ones; where his are made out of cold pale hue of arctic blue, hers are warm tones of darker cocoa and bright honey. He leans his hip against the railing and folds his arms to his chest, ready for any sort of haggling about their shares on the profits. "For each order you handle. Thirty for every new customer. If you really can turn my profits up, I'll consider raising your share. Fair?"
The girl's presence is like a magnet, and she easily gathers all the attention to her with her charisma, and it is easy to forget everything else. And it's a good thing, as Jay observes; she's impossible to actually ignore when she wants to be seen and heard. However, at this point he realizes it's almost too effective, as he remembers something important again, and flips his sharp eyes again towards the paintings.
The people in them slink back again. One of them actually whistles.
"...This is not the place to talk." Jay murmurs, straightens his posture and lets his hands drop relaxed to his sides. He turns around and starts going back down the stairs, nudging his head at the girl to follow him. "Come on, let's get somewhere more quiet."
He dips into the fourth floor staircase archway that turns towards the corridor, slinking into the dim light of the stone walls. It's good enough. Jay doesn't want to wander off too far, he has a class to attend soon, and so does probably the girl. He can't afford to be too tardy already in the beginning of the year if he can affect it.
"So, your name is...?" The half-breed drifts off with the question, hoping she would fill in the blanks for him.