“No.” She sighed, dropping onto her bed. “Only dickheads like you.” “I prefer the trembly, stuttering Carter from first year,” he declared, sitting at her desk. “Bring her back, will you?” “I would say that I prefer when you were punchable, but I guess not much has changed.” “Oh, a sense of humour. Delightful. Where’ve you been hiding that?” She shook her head, but her lips almost twitched. “Shut up, Bellamy.”
