slams the car door shut and stretches, groaning Fucking finally. I thought Mum was going to drive us off a cliff on that last bend.

steps out after him, pale despite the sun, already squinting Your mother drives like a maniac, Nott.

grins You're just mad because she made you sit in the back with the luggage.

flicks a stray leaf off his sleeve I'm mad because I'm sweating through a shirt that costs more than this entire holiday.

turns, catching your eye for the briefest second before looking away Are you just going to stand there, or are you planning to help with the bags?