Friends? Is that what they were now? Fisher didn't correct James, but he wasn't 100% sure he agreed with him either. Was this how friendships were supposed to develop? It seemed to 'Dawnson's Creek' instead of realistic.
Then again, James was right. A little. He was misunderstood. Fisher didn't know if he would consider him sweet, but maybe not all bad. Not totally. James was the kind of friend (there's that word again!) who would be hard to take, the type you have to stand back and let them destroy themselves until they cooled off and you two could go bowling again.
"I wasn't looking at your wang, you Narcisist." He smirked. "I'd have to find it to be looking at it."
As James started walking, Fished did indeed follow. He wasn't sure where the school was from here, and he assumed that James did know. "Zephir House," he responded, though if James knew anything about the other houses he might have already guessed that. But Fisher felt that James was probably too self-absorbed to care much about the school around him, unless he was directly affected by it. So what good would knowing the people in Zephir House if James never needed to go there?
"I assume you're in the House of Fire," he continued, smirking. "Unless, of course, you've bought your own wing to the school and named it after yourself."