 Anashti l Brat Pack l Sally & Dr. Finklestein
While Drake couldn’t speak for Aryan, Bryony’s assumption of how he would be at her competitions was entirely accurate. In fact, he’d do that for every competitor. The intense worry of what if someone FELL would be far too much for the boy’s nature. The sudden offer for him to join them both as well was…. Unexpected. And Drake’s expression nearly showed how much he thought that, except he quickly realized he should not kick a gift horse in the mouth and simply accept the offer. So pasting his smile on his face, he moved forward to wrap his own spindly arms around the pair of them as well - giving a soft squeeze to both. He was fairly certain this was the most physical contact he’d probably ever had with Bry.
As for Ary? Drake would have been pleased that he didn’t notice his discomfort. Because it was no one’s problem or responsibility to deal with than Drake himself.
“I’ll be happy to show you.” He assured Bryony when she mentioned she may need help with the spells later. And he certainly would, though he knew Aryan would have it well in hand too. “Plus getting to use them all will be great practice for the three of us. Which is probably the argument we should have prepared for any future requests for another party somewhere on the grounds too!” What Professor could say no to more spell practice?
When Ary reached out to ruffle his hair, Drake ducked out of the way only so he could back up the joke escaping his lips. “Careful of my stomach!” He replied, referencing their conversation in which he became CERTAIN he was only offering nutrients to his hair with all of the ridiculous amounts of food he devoured. He raised his hand to return Bryony’s high five, giggling a bit. “Technically the sour patches you love so much are ALSO sweets.” So was his opinion really THAT different?
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