"They're not smelly, you idiot. Oi, you. Yeah, you were on the train, right? You're a half blood, yeah? You said your mom was a muggle or something." James leaned forward and started violently poking a very confused boy across from them. He had very little tactic but he was forward, eager and loved to talk to people. "Do you shower?"

"... Yes? Of course I do. Why?... Do I smell?"

"No! You smell great. Thanks, mate. I'm James, by the way." James grinned at the very confused boy and then gestured at him. "See, they wash. Your mate is just off or something. It's not normal."