 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Ary laughed; Drake’s reaction with the sigh was sort of funny. “Cheer ups, Duck! In a couple of years we’ll be all the magic. Over the summer, over the Christmas break…” He himself could not wait to impress (or try to) everyone on the Reserve with his magical skills. What better way to instil confidence that he knew exactly how to handle the creatures? Being Drake’s first close friend was a title that Ary would always wear rather proudly. “That’s easy! They’re exactly likes the House they were Sorted into. So Raj’s the brain of the family. Dy’s the friendly, hard working one - you’ll most likely meet her on the grounds. She likes playing her violin for the creatures. Nadia is quiet at times but I wouldn’t mess with hers. She can be fierce.” So yep! That summed it all up.
He didn’t know but all he knew was that there was a keen sense to do everything that would keep Drake happy. But Ary needed to be careful not to overdo it and be stifling too. This job would require the perfect amount of balance. “Rights? It helps because it's comfy enough to have visitors as wells.” As was clearly evident now. And yes, great care had been taken to plan as best as he possibly could for Drake’s stay.
“Uh huhs. I do. It’s nice to sit there and just watch them fly about. The Reserve’s protected by a bunch of enchantments evens thoughts we’re far, far away from Muggles. Dads take the security very seriously and they’re the ones who reapply them when needed.” Ary paused, remembering something that he had forgotten to mention. “But you can use your Muggle devices heres at the house. No enchantments heres.” Which would explain the TV mounted in his room. “The moments you step out, that’s when they go down.” |