So it wasn't a joke.

In six years, Thomas had never seen Waterford cry. In fact, he wasn't exactly sure he'd seen him exhibit any large displays of emotion. It was jarring. So much so, in fact, that he started to feel almost regretful and sorry for George. If hadn't walked in at that moment, none of this would have happened. How hadn't any of them realized all these years?

It was probably for the best that Thomas had been the one to walk in on him her. He was the least likely culprit to take the opportunity to leer and shout idle threats. Instead, the teen turned bright pink, unsure what he was supposed to do or say, especially since George was in a state of undress. And--MERLIN! Hadn't George seen him in such a way before. The poor kid paled at the thought and sputtered about until he could decide what to say.

"If you're a girl, why have you been pretending to be a boy?" He settled with, deciding not to beat around the bush. Their friendship was the only reason he hadn't fled from the dorm right then and there. He needed answers as to why his best friend had lied to him, to them all.