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Levi loved beaches. A recent discovery, to be sure; one that was less about the immensity of the ocean and all its possibilities and more about the company that could be kept in those. And the possibilities that came with said company, of course. And so that the annual party was beach, summer themed sort of warmed the boy in ways that had probably nothing to do with the fireplace.
These were problematic thoughts and realizations to be had. He knew this well enough just like he knew he'd have to drink what was left of his sleeping potion; the only thing that kept his mind from wandering and over-thinking and over-analyzing, late at night, and that could help him get a healthy dose of dreamless sleep.
He shook his head, propped his legs the armrest and took a sip off his drink. The boy had chosen to change after the party, switching to flip flops,
black board shorts and a salmon sleeveless shirt. He supposed he could easily go join Kettleburn and the rest at the pool, but--"Aslan," He said, spotting the girl near the fireplace, "Do you think Professor Marchand will follow your advice?"
Aslan blinked slowly, dark eyes focusing on the figure of Levi Kenning. She couldn't tell you if it was expected or unexpected that someone had decided to speak to her as the thought of anyone coming over and interrupting her little meditation hadn't crossed her mind, therefore- to put it simply, there was no way to gauge whether she ought to feel surprised by the sixth year's approach.
Uncrossing her arms, Aslan allowed the fingers of her right hand to creep into her mess of brown hair. She twirled a lock only to release it. Twirl, release, repeat. Fidgety hands, she had. "Levi." like the muggle jean brand, she mused. light wash, but not as soft as they looked. The correlation would stick, she was sure. "If he's clever." Aslan paused, nibbling on the edge of her lip as she considered the Charms Professor and her observation of the man.
"I can't put my finger on him." the witch admitted, relinquishing, for good, her hair. Aslan turned her gaze more properly to her fellow Lion. "How do you think he stands up against the others?" She casually asked.