 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Was Logan's arrival later than one would expect? Absolutely. Was it his fault that it had taken him so long to get ready that his mum, instead of his dad, had to apparate him to the dock? Most definitely, though such a thing would not be something he'd admit to. Sure, he had spent a lot of time looking at himself in the mirror, trying on different sailing attire and accessories at the absolute last minute. He had his reasons though. What mattered in the end though was that he was pleased with his choices, even if it did mean the probability of him having to run aboard was high.
With a loud crack, the fourteen-year-old blond arrived, wearing sunglasses and a pair of on-theme swimming trunks. He gave his mum a quick hug and a peck on the cheek before she disapparated, leaving him there hoping no one had seen that. Not that he was going to bring any attention to that as he was already swaggering, the best he could in flip-flops at least, toward the group.
"Are there gonna be any mermaids on this sailing adventure?" he loudly asked, his tone indicating that he was joking. "Been brushing up on my Mermish" -- which he knew not a single word of -- "in the event we come across any, and I made sure to look extra handsome today."
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