 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Either way, it was nice that Evan was prepared for minor disasters. You’d think that Hart would have been so as well since he was always out and about among some dangerous artefacts; he supposed he depended too much on magic but a good old first aid kit was helpful as well. “True that. I would say stocking up on some food wouldn’t be a bad thing either.” He believed that was a good idea; it was something the Muggles did in the event of the Zombie apocalypse, yeah? “Half it is. I don’t think I cracked a bone. A sprain, maybe…” Frowning a little, Hart tilted the bottle a bit, letting the liquid fall over his toe. He felt relief immediately. “That’s so, so much better!’’ he breathed. “I think I’ll need to start my own first aid kit, and this is the first concoction that I’d stash in there!”
"Thanks!" Yes, Hartley had worked hard. He always had been that sort of person. Oh, yeah! His parents! They would be proud of and happy for him! He’d need to tell them shortly. The older young man felt a sense of anticipation rising in him at Evan’s words. “Just like the old days,’’ he remarked, nodding vigorously. “What fun! If any of our courses do, we can partner for the assignments! Can’t tell you how I’ve had enough of having lazy group members.” Hartley pulled a disgusted face. “Have no fear, little Ravenclaw,’’ Hart continued, resorting to the old nickname he had given Evan during their Hogwarts days. “I’ve got you covered snack-wise.”
Wiggling his injured toe, Hartley eagerly eyed the pamphlets. “Okay, those look great! Can we get a bit of each from all three places?” Obviously he wasn’t letting Evan foot those bills alone! |