"Cale is fine," he managed, not able to keep from watching Potter from the corner of his eye. "And you're... Madeleine?"
Potter looked indignant. You'd think no one had ever stood up to him before. Which, come to think of it, might be something of the problem. Cale couldn't imagine many people talking back to one of the Potter children.
Maybe some of that peripheral fame had gone straight to the other boy's head.
Cale smiled faintly at the thought of it. There was a sort of small satisfaction to be had when someone like Potter got a run for their money.
"Oy! Wright. Don't talk to her. She sounds like a cheese grater." James pulled a dramatic face. "If she keeps on going my ears might bleed."
Cale gave the other boy an incredulous look.
What exactly was a cheese grater supposed to sound like?