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Definitely not a farm girl, then. Sheep did not a farm make, from what Hark knew. They were, in his experience, supposed to have cows and possibly horses and other things.
They've tiny heads," Hark said with a shrug, fully ignoring the chickens now. "Not much space to accommodate a brain, you know?"
Gasp. If there was one thing in this world that Harker James was not, it was definitely 'gross'. A little too forward with people? Yup. Slightly too inquisitive about things at the wrong times? Check. Gross? Definitely not. If Destiny Shepard thought the scar on his finger was gross, she'd surely not want to see his knees.
He pulled his hand back, tucking both into his pockets with a disaffected shrug. Petrie had taught him a valuable lesson: don't go anywhere near a bird that can bite harder than most dogs.
"Extremely." He was pretty sure Destiny the Not-Farm Girl was not new, so he didn't bother to ask. "New enough to confuse and fascinate people, I think."
Unless they were less than intrigued by the rather sudden addition to the Slytherin Boys' Dormitories. From what he'd experienced in other schools, what little time he'd spent at them, they always were, though. |