"There's a lot of room between killing and having tea with them," he spat out. "You can still be free and spit in his face when you see him, but you're just a slimy Slytherin, kissing arse is a lot more important than honour, which is why you'll never get along with Dylan. He knows what's important in life even if you don't."
James snorted. "I'm not working. There's not a single thing you can tell me to do." In fact, if it weren't for Cass telling him that he should leave, he probably would have already found Sirius, because the man really deserved the honour of the first punch, or maybe his grandfather. Either would have been a great choice. "Leave it to whom? People like you who ask him if he's having a nice time and how he's adjusting? I don't have any respect for those people."