"Good plan!" Adam said brightly, watching Pete reach for his wand. He wasn't even sure why Pete's wand was on the table. Adam's own was tucked away, lest he be tempted and then get frustrated and settle for falling into a mighty sulk, which was really how he spend most of his time of late.
"I'm not being hard on them," Adam said. "I'm being hard on their teenage hormones. I was there once. Once upon a time, so very, very long ago." He was really feeling old this week, actually. He was pretty sure it had something to do with the flu-like symptoms and the bruises he had from flailing around catching puffskeins. "Besides, at that age it's not falling in love. Not usually, anyway."