"I'm the lady here," she said, tossing some tinsel at him. "Everyone else are just boys." She had a teasing grin on her face, though.
Amy didn't pity him. However, she did feel badly for him, and to her that was a difference. He was her best support at school, and she simply wished to be his as well. However, she knew better by now than to push him too hard on anything--he'd either wiggle away or walk away, the prat.
"Very lucky. For their sister too," she said with a laugh. She had a small box of jewelry they'd gotten her over the years, some of which she'd still need a few years to grow up into, but it was still appreciated.
"Ooooh, I know this one," Amy said, and glanced around the room and toward the door way again, moving closer to Thomas in order to tell him the secret. "Theo got him a punching bag, since he didn't get on the Quidditch team. He shrunk it for now." She whispered all of this to him.
And then she lunged for her gift, which he was still keeping away from her. She just couldn't help herself.