 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Looking over to Hattie, he grinned when he noticed the look of surprise on her face. Did see that one coming, did she? He ruffled her hair a little, nodding his head. "You really are delirious," he joked, rolling his eyes. "You should know better than anyone in this entire school that I always keep everyone on their toes." Obviously not as much now in comparison to his earlier days at Hogwarts. Frankie had grown up quite a bit in that amount of time, literally and figuratively.
"I was curious, really. Never actually sat your table before until now," the blond admitted, stabbing a piece of chicken with a fork before placing it into his mouth. Second lunch was just as good as the first. Those house-elves were miracle-makers. He wondered if he could just take one of them home with him at the end of the term...?
Swallowing, an eyebrow rose. The Hufflepuff table was THE best table in the school? "I beg to differ, little one." Their mum would definitely agree; their dad was likely to have a different opinion (or he'd agree with their mum to stay on her good side). "Besides, Gryffindor is where the party is always at. Everyone knows that."
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