“I always told you he was a prat.” Fionn mumbles from the corner.

Cam swats him before joining me on the floor. “No you didn’t. You just don’t like him because he got on the Quidditch team when you never had a chance. Your ceiling is rather dusty darling.”

Fionn scowls and walks back down stairs, “Hurry up you two, I want to go and eat.”

Cam turned to me and rolling her eyes, “Men, all they do is think about their stomachs.”

“I think it’s the manliest thing about him.” I holler.