Originally Posted by Ama

Declan didn't know what to make of Etta so he shrugged instinctively. "I think I'll be able to make time," he said. It wasn't like he didn't misuse his time all the time. He could be sleeping, studying, or doing homework and instead he was creeping around the corridors as he always did. "I have to warn you though, I'm not the hollering and whooping type." In case she forgot, Declan brought his thumbs up again. "Thumbs."

Thumbs were clearly not going to save him this time. There was a lot of giggling happening and Declan was not used to the sound. What were girls made of??? Declan watched her curiously. And what? "Ha!" Declan laughed loudly. He tilted his head back, pocketed his hands and started walking backwards. "Ha!" he laughed again at the ceiling. "Blush-Blushing?? Me?" He made a point to laugh again this time louder. "No, listen, I mean. I'm still human. Blushing is just...I have blood just like you. Sometimes it happens but I'm not blushing."

Declan hopped down the stairs quickly, and made sure to land first at the bottom of the staircase.

"Ancient Magical History" he called out to her from the bottom of the stairs, hands still in his pockets. "Bone readings. Maybe some ancient spells. Maybe something else," he mumbled turning around and brushing some dirt off the ground with the tip of his foot. Like, accidentally summoning an Ancient God.