Hugo’s eyes followed James’ hand as it fell on his shoulder. The boy shifted awkwardly as he contemplated what to do in this moment. “That is just a matter of opinion… You do know that, right? A person is how they are and no one can change them.”
Hugo gritted his teeth, “How does the issue lie in what books I enjoy reading?” the smallest Wealsey snorted at his cousin’s statement. Despite it being rude, it was rather accurate, so Hugo had no choice but to agree. Of course, Rose would never know that. “A Gryffindor is better than a Slytherin on any comparison.”
James made a face. "But it makes no difference who you are when you were technically and physically born last. I'm sorry, mate."
"Well, what do the birds say about your reading?" James said plainly. He couldn't help but grin widely, he was glad there was at least someone else who was in the same frame of mind. "It appears that I don't have to worry much about you."









