"A club wouldn't work. We'd have to let other, non-magical students in. Plus, it'd put us under scrutiny."
Beryl was secretly wanting to join a club as well, but none of the clubs would have been a fit. So he pressed the issue a bit more.
"Letting other students in doesn't seem to be a problem. Most of the Asian students don't bother with a club if there's a foreigner in it and most of the foreigners join only one club, the 'Foreign Union Club'. Thing is all we need to do to stay above scrutiny is have 4 or more members and participate in the school festival. We can manage to keep the club low-key by not advertising for new members. Plus we'd get all the perks of having a club like..." "Oh, that! I was recording details of last night stuff! Looky!"
Alex knocks back a sandwich with one hand, and flips open one of the notebooks with the other. There are a number of detailed pencil drawings of Daoto in various... stages of the mechanical fiddling. The Daoto is writhing. All craftAlexship is of the squickiest quality.
Beryl looks at the notebook and then awkwardly looks away.
"People are eating..."