"That could be kind of cool," Spencer said quietly, sinking back in his chair and stretching his arms up above his head. "I mean. Maybe that would have been a nice way to grow up."
It did sound appealing. Having a best friend in Ravenclaw had meant Spencer could escape most of the targeting of Slytherin as The Inevitably Evil One, but he was always aware with it, no matter the vaguely good terms he was on with the Ravenclaws, no matter how he never moved around in one of those large groups of green and silver. Maybe the Americans had something right after all.