"Well you're not my mum, so bugger off with it, yeah?" He grumbled, tossing an arm over his face as he closed his eyes. This way he couldn't watch Avery, he wouldn't let his guard down and...

"A what?" He blinked, pulling his arm away from his face and sitting up a bit. Did Avery really have some sort of 'thing' for him? His expression was a mix of skeptical and uncertain even as his eyes followed the cigarette to Avery's lips. Shit, he thought, swallowing a little before making a point to look away. Avery was just fucking with him, right? Like always? "You're a fucking twat. Get the fuck out of here before I stop playing nice."

It was safest thing for both of them. He really didn't want to end up with detention, or in prison.

"Heh. Whatever. You can read, or talk to people about them all you like. Never going to be like them. And if you want to be an American pureblood, you go right on. Because my 'half-blood' is still better than yours."