kicking her feet up onto the opposite seat I still think we should’ve sat further back. Less soot.

You think we should’ve sat further back because you wanted to ogle the seventh-year prefect in carriage C.

flatly I wanted to ogle the prefect in carriage C. There’s a difference.

from behind a worn copy of The Standard Book of Spells There isn’t.

stretched long across the floor, half-asleep M’not moving.

leaning against a window, reading, utterly unaware of him