 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
One great advantage about residing in Diagon Alley was the fact that there was no shortage of places to go when one needed food or anything else. So then it was settled: he and Evan were going to have an endless supply of the stuff. “Yes, please ask him. I was thinking that I should have my own first aid kit when I’m out in the field for work. I promised mum I would look out for myself there but, between you and I, I haven’t been doing a good job.” Injuries had happened, most of which he had hidden from his parents.
Perhaps someday, when the urge was way too overwhelming, Hart would give in and wrap Evan in a huge, mushy, friendsy hug. The older young man knew Evan was picky about who he allowed to get overly affectionate with him. “Can’t wait! You and I are going to achieve the topmost marks!” They both were highly intelligent so when this actually happened, it should not be a surprise to anyone.
Hartley was always glad to be the object of amusement; it made him happy to make others happy. “No problem! Mentally adding breadsticks to the list!” With that aspect sorted, he moved to place the orders. “We’ll be having a feast in no time.” Which was good because his stomach was making funny noises. |