Lily laughed. “I always thought you’d sleep in something covered with broomsticks.”

“You’ve been wondering how I sleep Evans,” James mused.

“Just where you stored your ego and whether the two of you wore matching pyjamas.”

“Under my bed,” James supplied. If he had an ego it probably stayed there because he always slept alone.

“That is so like you,” she sniffed. “You are selfish.”