`` all right , '' she said , `` you know how , in the sixth book- '' `` which one is that ? '' `` 'cause i 'm afraid i do n't quite make the cut . the boy quickly stood at his side and made a peace-sign gesture as his friend snapped a picture of them together . he drops his head , shaking it slowly . `` oh , '' i say , and i feel a distant relief because i did n't really want to clean buses for minimum wage anyway . 