 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Later on he’d give her a proper hug. He knew the one he had given Bry wasn’t up to his standard but that was only because they were in class and had work to focus on. But Bryony must be really off today because Aryan could not remember a time he was mad at her. That much was all in her head; the silly girl {which he meant with the highest of affection}. When their professor appeared before them, Ary gave him an apologetic look. Sorry, professor, but he and Bry sorting out any misunderstandings as quickly as possible was something they usually did. But he bobbed his head, silently echoing Bry’s apology.
“We’re okay,’’ Ary assured Bry. That was really meant. Then he faded away into the background, watching her and listening to her practice. Mostly he just stared at her face, fascinated with the intense look on her face as she concentrated. When she met his gaze, he smiled fondly at her. “Perfect. I knew you could do it.” Bry was going to ace the Charm, he just knew that too.
Ary’s attention shifted back to Feirgrund, taking in all the information. Opening the box next to his desk and peering in. What a cute little prize! He was immediately smitten with the collectible. It really was the perfect motivation. “Togethers, I think,’’ the boy said without hesitation. Was he overcompensating for his weight comments earlier? Maybe. “Ready?” He gave her a minute to prepare herself. “One the countdown of three. Three, two, one. Plumavis.” Ary spoke confidently while making the tilde shape. |