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"My mum didn't pack sandwiches this time," Mo stepped around West and fell in beside him. That had been... more tense than Mo would have expected, considering West wasn't really a hot head. He might occasionally react with some temper, but to go nose-to-nose with a belligerent first year?
"Or rather... maybe she would have, but I wanted to walk the shops before the train and I had Fee drop me early. If there's a basket of food waiting for me at the castle, I'll split it with you." It was half West's anyway, by rights. Momma Branxton was well used to feeding Odessa kids after all this time.
The downside was... no food now. "You look good, mate."
No sandwiches? West looked up at Mo and blinked slowly a few times, his expression closed off and almost Aspen-like in its blank watchfulness. He managed something resembling conversation. Somehow.
"Sisters won't have to drop us or fetch us soon enough." Counting down the months. West had 17 months to go until he'd be of age and be able to apparate and all that, meaning the end of sixth year he'd be able to see himself and Mo home.
Half of any potential basket of food though, nothing to sneeze at.
"Alright." He said and shrugged one shoulder... then promptly stared at Mo.
Looked good? Oh yeah he was fanflippingtastic. See him jumping for joy all smiles and sunshine.
"You were looking for the trolley." He managed.