"One day," I said, throwing up my hands the moment I was through the door. " One day. I would like one day where I'm respected."
"Don't look at me," Thomas said, not looking up from his book. "You haven't gotten laid in years. Any respect I had for you packed up and left long ago."
I scowled at him. "Stars and- that's not what I mean. I got three crank calls today. People just can't resist asking if I really am a wizard named Harry."
"It is kind of notable."
"Oh, shut up," I grumbled. "Not in the mood."