Ha! Give it a few weeks, a few months--give it to the end of the term. Tony Stark gets everything he wants with just the slightest of effort. Old money or not, I can say what I like. Not everything that can be desired has a price in galleons and sicles.
Slightest effort? Just because you don't see the effort I put in doesn't mean it isn't there, you ass. And I know not everything has it's price or making friends would have been a hell of a lot easier.
And, no, no you wont. You don't have enough people who give a damn about you to just snap at them. Where is this all even coming from. Because I know I actually haven't tried to annoy you on purpose for a change.
[Tony closes his own book, sticking it in his book bag he goes off to go looking for Sherlock, his first port of call being their room, because that's where Tony generally comes across him when he's sulking.]
You know, this is one of those moments when you have such a bad poker face I can tell you're lying from the library.
God, you never listen. The only care I give his past at all is how it is indicative of his future. I don't need your help or further validation of the facts!
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