"She really won't let you get away with that. Even if it was just a silly innuendo, it's best to give up the game now."

"What I was going to say was that I could be convinced to share by the right girl if she did the right things but I was trying not to flirt with your siblings in front of you."

"I don't actually want to bar access to your main avenue of communication whenever my siblings are in the room, and I already know your type. You may unchain your tongue."

"And I would do some pretty unholy things for those secrets."

"I didn't say you could unchain your tongue! Augh!"

"Oh, I see, so I'm allowed to use my honeyed tongue on your siblings so long as they don't respond to it."

"I'm re-barring you from your main avenue of communication."

He mimes zipping his mouth. "I suppose you will unfortunately never be able to learn the secrets to perfect, sparkly skin," he tells Susan.

"Oh, he can't actually stop me. I'll just sneak through your window in the dead of night."

"Make sure to dodge Mrs. Norris, she's crafty as—"

Wait shit Harry Potter isn't a thing here he can't reference it.

"—never mind, that reference will not land."

"You are an odd duck, but I will admit you have a mysterious allure. I will return - right, the actual reason I was hunting you down! Peter, Sophie wants you to tell your Jenkins boy to leave her alone or she's going to tell all the beasts of the forest to rend him, and that'll be hell on the carpet."

"You know as well as she does that I don't have any actual power. I'll have another stern fatherly chat with him, much good may it do her."

Okay, author(s), har de har har, he sees what you're doing here and he is not amused.

He is also a filthy liar.

"Hywel Jenkins? My roommate Jenkins?"

"Yes, God have mercy on you. He's insufferable. Falls in love with a new girl every week, whines to everyone in earshot 'til she falls for him, then has a whirlwind romance complete with flying houses until she's heartbroken and he's bored. Sophie has resisted his dubious charms since Christmas and through the summer holidays, and he's getting increasingly desperate."

"Oh, that sounds like a sidequest, I'll see what I can do."

"Please. Anything that causes Sophie to stop ranting about her bottomless loathing for that twit every night."

"Anyway. I will see you later, that's a promise. Peter, email Mum, she misses you."

"We got back yesterday!"

"Be that as it may."

Susan trots off.

"Your entire family is excellent," Pete diagnoses.

"They are, aren't they."

"Yes, you are," he says, firmly. "Now I believe the last item on our itinerary was finding me some uniforms so I can stop looking as attractive as I do right now, to the great dismay of the people."

"Yes! That'll be in Wyatt -"

He gets Pete over to Wyatt Hall. Would Pete like to be measured for a uniform or get one off the rack. Or get one off the rack for now and get measured for a better-fitting one that they make later.