“Archer! Let us fetch a spot of tea, old boy!”
“When she offered me a spot of tea, I said, “No thanks, I’ve already got a spot of tea on my shirt.”
“They stared each other down, and while the dorky eleven-year-old in my soul kind of hoped that two hot boys might fight over me, the rational, seventeen-year-old knew that Archer need to get out of here, fast.”
“If there are no spots on a sugar cube then I’ve just put a dice in my tea.”
“Archer Cross, resident bad boy and total heartthrob. Warlock. Every girl here is at least, like, half in love with him. Crushing on Archer Cross might as well be a class.”
“Celia endeavors to be as helpful as she can, which consists mainly of fetching cups of tea and finding new and creative ways to assure people everything will be fine.”