All three we're waiting for a response. I had nothing to give them.
"It's not my fault lions are more motivated by winning something than by the game itself. I don't know what else you want me to say."
"The truth." Emma snarks. "We're carrying 15 cases of butterbeer back to the school. Yes, I counted! You're being too obvious, so you want the attention."
I clock my head. Here was a passionate little spitfire. Could be useful, could be dangerous. "You know the last time I told someone the truth I ended up in a coma for three days with a 10-potion regiment for the rest of the summer." I stare the girl in the eyes. "You want the truth then fucking earn it. But I'm not lying when I said I'm planning a tournament. Teach your housemates or not. I actually don't care but if you want the truth then you'll learn to play my game." I open the carriage down and jump down making sure not to hustle the drinks too much.
"I can tell you this much: I'm tired of being seen as a second-class citizen."