Originally Posted by pinecone

Colin had found his way into more crackers as the muggles were paraded out before them, sending brief nods in their direction before continuing with his snacking. As far as he was concerned, this assignment wasn't a big deal. Get along, get a good grade, put in as little effort as possible. Perfectooooo. And paired with Mira? Perfecto. She was always game for fun and little effort. Or he hoped she'd be. Before he could think too much on this or get too many more crackers in his mouth, Mira had approached him, suggesting he might follow her lead. Eyebrows raising, he gave an immediate nod ("Done and done"), not even bothering to ask and immediately knowing it would be entertaining.

As they approached their little muggle pet, he finished the remainder of his snack and scanned the little guy up and down. Petite little fella wasn't he? Before he could say a word, Mira had introduced herself and quickly followed it up by pinching the young man's nose in a greeting.

Without missing a beat, Colin had pinched his own nose, re-enacting the 'scuba' dance move by using his other hand to wave above his head haphazardly as he blew air through his lips in a trill. He moved up and down as if sinking further into water and then floating back up. Together, they successfully made the picture of two aliens attempting to greet a humanoid.

Originally Posted by Gryffindoll

“” accurately depicted Hugo’s expression, lack of eyebrows and all.

What. Were they. Doing?
The girl was pinching his nose in the way adults do to small children (did she think he was like a cute five-year-old or something?) and the boy was… well, Hugo wasn’t totally sure what the boy was doing. It was amusing though, but the muggle boy wasn’t sure if it would be rude to laugh. Maybe the weird dance thing was a form of… friendly greeting? Would the wizard be offended if he laughed? Would he turn his head into that of a giant toad?

Hugo rather liked his head as it was, so he kept a serious face. Or tried to anyway, biting at his bottom lip slightly, and the corner of his lips twitching slightly. Rolling his right hand into a fist and bringing it up to his lips, Hugo cleared his throat softly.

“Ri—right.” His glasses had begun to slid down the bridge of his nose and he pushed them back up with his index finger. “Can I…” he looked them up and down, examining their attire and hiding the disappointment at the normality of it, “See a… magic…” Uh… “Trick?” Was that the right word for it? Magic trick? Or was that a magician thing? No, wizards were different, weren’t they? “Sorry, I don’t know if that—that was the right… term. Um…”

Just, could he see some magic please?!