Re: Potters/Wright/Winters
James only just barely ignored the snort that came from behind Michael's textbook this time. He was telling himself that hexing his dorm mate was a Bad Idea on account of dear Cale knowing full well when and where he slept.
"It's not," he decided shortly, folding his arms over his chest.
James paused, tilting his head to the side before nodding toward Michael. "Want the window seat, Lils? I can make him budge up."
"Don't ask nicely or anything," Michael mumbled, rolling his eyes.