Corrie turns as he spins as if carried away by his momentum, her mouth pursing before she even knows why she's frowning. Something about his reaction feels kinda off, even though it's as loud and expressive as Hugo always seems to be, based on her couple weeks of knowing him. "Non-magic? No, I just meant you're..."

Wait.

"You're a squib?" Corrie says, squinting, nonplussed. Oh hell that makes sense. It explains everything. "That's why you actually learned history. At that school," she adds, nodding at his jumper which she now sees clearly has the name and crest of a school she's never heard of. Her voice drops. "Wow, I'm a dumbarse."