"No," he said with a laugh. "My mum crossed the line at 'disgusting' when it came to my room. And the Prefects would have docked me, I reckon. Just messy, promise!" She was right about the clutter reflecting his mind. It may have seem disorganized, but he could find nearly anything in a moment's notice. He plopped on his bed. "Are you thirsty? Hungry?" No one could accuse Al of bad manners at least.