Charlie chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah. Ever since you started, I asked them a lot of questions about you. They said that you weren't the casual type."
"The casual type?" Neville asked as if his ideas were something so antique that they'd be on sale at Borgin and Burkes.
"That you'd want someone proper to date. Like they're...you know?"
"They are a very unique couple. I don't think we could—"
"I don't want to be like them. I just know I like...you." read part 11