"You know you sound more torn up about your spleen than being stuck here together," Lily said tartly, tugging a book closer to her only to flip open the front cover with a scowl.

"We'll be here for hours, I suggest you find something to read, I'm certainly not going to waste all this time keeping you company." She wrinkled her nose, "and the apple tart was lovely, but you suddenly becoming less of a wanker would be far lovelier."