“You wouldn’t happen to know who it is, would you?” I asked, once I had regained my lost composure. James just shrugged, obviously disliking the topic. It was then I remembered that, even through all his troublemaking faults, James had also been one of the main candidates for Head Boy, and I instantly felt horrid for bringing it up.
“I do know one thing though,” he’d said rather quietly. “Whoever he is, he sure is one lucky bloke,”
“Why’s that?” I asked stupidly. It was obvious James had wanted to be Head Boy and was mourning the loss of the position.
At least, I thought he was.
“Well,” he answered very softly, taking a step closer to me. “He gets to work with you, doesn’t he?”