“Oh, right, no,” said Nigel. “I was thinking of myself when I said that.” 

Amber rolled his eyes. "Don't be suchadrama queen," she told him. "It's unbecoming." Then she grinned and stuck her tongue out. Seriously why were boys such little babies? Seriously. They were always complaining and whining about something. It wasn't like she was stabbing him to death, now was it? He was just being ridiculous. "If you want to be miserable, I can make you miserable." He had seen nothing. Amber could be much worse than this. 

“I would have, except that every time I move away, you come closer...Maybe I need more breathing room than some people. Never just assume that someone has enough room.”

"Maybe you shouldget betterat breathing then," she suggested. "I'm not even thatcloseto you. You arejustcomplaining to complain." Again, she rolled her eyes. Really, if he wanted her to be close, she could sit on him. Amber grinned at that, wondering what kind of reaction that would elicit. "There is plenty of air here for you. You needan attitude adjustment."  He was so pessimistic it was driving her insane. She grinned when she punched him though and then raised a brow as though daring him to retaliate. 

"What am I doing? What doyouthink I am doing? Iam bothering you...Serously, you think youwould have figured itout by now." She shook her head. "Wellit's obvious why you weren't in Ravenclaw now. " She grabbed his face with his hand and leaned in close. "You needto CALM down."