"You've been paying attention to the names my mates and I used since then?" James asks, an eyebrow raised.

His tone is easy and light, better not to betray the fact that he's starting to get a bit uncomfortable.

"Even when you thought I was completely unbearable and a toerag?"

From the other table, Amity Root looks as though she's about to come over and hex them.

"Excuse me," she hisses, "but would you two stop flirting in the library? Haven't we had enough of that nonsense earlier today?"