"Yeah, a total badass." Ira laughs, leaning his elbows backwards on the bar. He thinks it looks casual and cool, but the grimace he makes at the sugar on his teeth spoils that.

"What d'you want me to...nick?" Ira meets his eyes, successfully deadpan for a second before the corner of his mouth turns up. "What's the British word for enough to be hammered at Hogwarts? He knew Spencer was collecting them.