“Does Sirius study a lot like you do, or say you do?”

I looked at her, confused. Was she saying that she didn’t believe me? “What?” I asked.

“Not to say that I don’t believe you study. It’s just… you’re so, er, handsome. It’s very unusual to see someone as dashing as you studying.”

At this point I was steaming. If someone were to pour cold water over me I’d generate enough steam to turn the whole library into a sauna. My face burned red. I slid the book higher.