"I don't think it'll look very good to show up without my own barely a month into school," She protested weekly, feeling the blush creep into her cheeks; which she could thankfully will away now. She could feel his bracelet dig into her wrist where he had grabbed her and she was very aware of the sudden little skip of her heartbeat.  "My notes are in it too, I can't let you copy them if I don't have them." She added, thinking it would hopefully strengthen her argument. Transfiguration was her best class, which made no sense, but she was good at it too, so she liked going and she wanted to make sure she was prepared. Plus it was easier than trying to deal with this onslaught of emotions she really didn't want to filter through right now.