“Of course not. You can always tell a liar or a cheat or a scoundrel or a villain by their scars.”


This was a statement of fact more than anything. And T.J. really was prone to telling rather elaborate lies, because the truth was just not that interesting. in most cases. He might have thought he could not pull off O’s, but she really did think he could. All he had to do was give himself a little bit of credit, put in more effort, and ignore the guitar. That could not be that hard to do could it? Tucker did not love Guitar the way that T.J. loved Quidditch so to draw a comparison between the two was not really precedented.  


“You could you know... not be lying and try out her schedule for a bit? See if it helps?” She proposed. Then realized how it sounded. She was not a fan of whipped Tucker. She had liked Tucker much better before Lizzie, back when he’d played quidditch and been not a crazy love sick idiot like everyone else she knew. Dating ruined people. She was not actually in support of it, the schedule or the relationship. “Not that I’m saying you should let your girlfriend write you a schedule. Because unless she’s putting out, and she’s like fantastic, Like really, really fantastic, you don’t need her that bad.”


Thankfully the discussion of sandwiches was able to pull her away from how now vivid imagination which was picturing how ridiculous tucker and Lizzie probably looked having sex. Those were self inflicted mental images she did not need or want. Ever. Everever.  “Yeah. Sandwiches.” She hopped up, the copy of quidditch quarterly falling to the floor, discarded in the need for sandwiches and to get out of the common room. “That’s a great plan. T.J. and Tucker and the Adventure for Sandwiches.”