James laughed a little. "I'm that depressed," he said. "And I don't really feel like wearing my uniform for the rest of the day. I can't fucking believe my dad. Just because he's Mr. Perfect he thinks the rest of us shouldn't ever make a mistake."
He took Cepheus's hand and let him into the kitchen. "We don't have cheesecake, but my grandmum makes the best biscuits. She -- does she ever send any to your house with Charlie? Sometimes I forget about that."
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