Running Messenger

"Don't be ridiculous," he scoffed and I'd grown up around a boy who liked to hide his true feeling behind a shield of mischief. It gave me the ability to look past an outer image and see what was really going on. I could see past James' shield of mischief, just as I could see past Black's façade of indifference. "He's staying at ours," I assured him, more gently this time.