 Wowza!
He must have missed it at first but Noelle was quite clearly drawing on the door. A small grin threatened to flourish, but he attempted his very best and keeping it in check. "Yes, hello." He cleared his throat, trying to get rid off the laughter bubbling up in his throat. It was, in truth, only halfway successful. "I must say, damaging school property isn't at the top of the list of Things You're Likely To Find Your Local Prefect Doing."
Or maybe it was. Noelle was very much a Gryffindor. Not to mention that she was her little brother's sister; the mischief ought to run in the family, at least a little bit.
"I'm not great at Runes." This was true; he was only adequate. Levi stepped around her, and examined the door, trying to figure out just which rune, exactly, she'd attempted. "I know futhark, and I can transcribe messages, but in reality I only really know some of the galdr by memory. It's just too much." He shrugged. "By which I mean, Isa and Thisuraz--mostly because one is for freezing your enemies and the other helps you attack them." And confuse them and turning their own strengths on them. "But I can help, anyway--as soon as I figure out what is you were trying to draw here." He squinted, laughing. And looked over his shoulder. "I should tell you, you're not likely to have a flourishing career in, uh, Art."
He probably had no room to talk. It wasn't like his stick figures were anything to talk about.
"Hmm." Levi turned around, leaned against the door. His performance in the IMPS had been, presumably, good enough to lead him to the last challenge. And though Levi saw no problem with how he'd done, really, well--there were mixed feelings all around. On the one hand he'd proven he could raise above hardship and remain unscathed--some cuts and bruises aside. He could function under pressure and face extremely dire circumstances; not everyone could. But also, certain things had been appalling, if he were to consider being blunt. But that wasn't what Noelle wanted to hear, probably. "Thank you, I--don't really think I could do half of those things outside of those arenas." He smiled, though it wasn't really a lie. "I reckon that's the first and last time I'll manage to conjure a patronus." Even a non-corporeal one as his had been. "But I'm tired and I want to go home. Summer can't come fast enough. I'm very boring, clearly." He stuffed his hands in his pockets. "How about you?"
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