Pete didn't understand that last bit. Why would he be afraid? He challenged Spencer. Still, best to let it stand.
"Best to write your mum," Pete sneered, shoving the glove back into his pocket. "Get your touching goodbyes out of the way."
With that, he turned on his heel and marched resolutely out of the Hall, somehow, with heroic effort, managing not to break out into a grin until after he'd cleared the doors and heard the children erupt into a dull roar.