"Amelia doesn't count." Not that she didn't count as a girl, she was just one he had no objections about hitting. Of course, if it came right down to it things might be different, but he'd have to be in the situation, first..

He frowned a bit and picked up a small model of a broomstick, turning it over in his hands and then letting it go. It flew in circles over his palm, and he smiled.

"Of course she doesn't pick on you."