“How goes the homework?” He cast a mournful eye to the notebook on the table. “Well, it’s hard to tell at the moment. The morning’s been a little tense. It gets mouthy with me, I get mouthy with it, we both say things we regret, and getting back on track just seems to take longer the more often we fight.” She snorted. “You often anthropomorphize your work?” “That was an impressive word, that. Really impressive.” “It means to give inanimate objects feelings.” Wickham’s eyes went wide. “Shh,” he rasped, bracing his hands over the notebook.
