âI do blame you, because look at my luscious locks. If one of ours is an artifact, itâd be mine.â A bark of a laugh escaped her throat at his next statement, âThat was good. But, I think itâs Mulciber that canât tell his shapes apart.â Shrugging her shoulders, the brunette mulled over his question. Should he be offended. No. Of course not, the Nott girl was only teasing him, like she did with anyone she enjoyed. With a shake of her head, she gave him her answer, before adding verbally, âNah, Iâm kind of promiscuous, anyway.â
âFine, Iâll let you have this one because Iâm a gentleman and I can accept defeat.â That was step two in maturing, according to the muggle book he found in the library. He laughed along at her comment, somehow all insults were better if it involved Slytherins. âI bet, no wonder heâs so sulky.â James smiled at her and shrugged, remembering how her honesty was one the reasons he enjoyed talking to her. âI wonât argue that.â