Alex paused, his notebook and partly finished essay halfway out of his bag. "Actually," he said, sitting back and looking at his cousin. "I was going to say 'nice cross, next time try a hook', not that I know anything about fighting. Just an observation." He tossed his notebook onto the table and began unrolling the essay. "I'm not exactly in the position to lecture anyone about anything lately."
He bent and pulled out a self-inking quill. "And frankly, I'd probably done the same thing if he'd have said something to me. Or tried to hex him like the last person that said something he should have kept to himself." He could still hear the Slytherin boy's voice, calling him pretty boy, and cocksucker. Alex sighed, blowing hair off his face.
He gestured with his quill at Hugo's work. "How many times do you have to write it?"