"Way better than his other mate. He reeks like a swamp." James informed half-blood and then held up his hands. "I ain't trying to be mean but he thinks I am but I'm just saying the truth. If you don't wash, you smell bad. Ain't that right?"

"... Yeah, I mean--"

"I'm right." James boasted proudly and then he frowned, reaching up to adjust his glasses before glaring. "Do not! Bet you do, you seem like the squirmy little teacher's pet type. You're such a weasel faced butthead."