"Yeah, yeah." He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. "Look, you're the first bloke I ever snogged, so if you could please not rush off to finish line...or something. Aaaah, bah, screw this."

He flopped back on the grass and closed his eyes as he listened to Avery go on. Bloody boy never shut up, did he? "Oh yeah? Well you think I have thought of it? Thanks for pointing out the fucking most obvious problem with the whole thing. Pardon me now while I go top myself. What do you think? Spell, poison or jumping? I just can't decide which is better!"

Ug. He didn't think the sarcasm really masked the truth in that part of the conversation, but he hoped Avery was too dense to catch on. The last thing he needed was to be under constant supervision. He wasn't at all sure how people thought that sort of thing would make you less likely to kill yourself.

"You're serious?" He asked, though, as the conversation turned back to the dark arts. "You want to learn about hexes and curses for 'educational' purposes? What sort of an idiot do you take me for again?"