 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Ary’s gaze shifted to Archie when he mentioned muggle vehicles. The second year knew all about those, even if his collection of muggle vehicles were all toys! He rather did appreciate the beauty and sophistication of those muggle creations. A laugh was stifled at Charlie’s answer, though it quickly vanished because… Charlie wasn’t going to die, was he? He even gave the professor a pointed stare because hello. The man was also the Healer! Surely he could help the Gryffindor? That concern, in turn, was hijacked by Bry. Er… way to put him on the spot, Bryony. “You are,’’ he whispered honestly. “Remember that time I tried to catch you from the monkey bars? You nearly squashed me as flat as a pancake.”
The second year was still grinning at his own sass to Bry as he made notes on the Feather Light Charm. “Practice with me, Bry?” he asked, determined more than ever to ensure he paid her as much attention as he did Drake so as to not offend her. And because… well, he never minded giving her attention and because he wanted hers as well. “Ploo - mAh - Viss. Ploo - mAh - Viss. Sorta easy, isn’t its?” Or maybe it was for him because Charms was one of those classes that came easily to him? “Plumavis. Plumavis. Plumavis.” |