 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Logan knew plenty of places one could run to, though he had different purposes in mind when it came to such an activity. In fact, he was running himself, but for a very different reason than his little sister. He was living in blissful ignorance, thinking he could go a few more hours without thinking about studying for N.E.W.T.s. So, to preoccupy himself, a jog around the grounds was in order.
If it hadn't been for all the dramatics and the momentary commotion that resulted, the seventh year likely would not have noticed Bryony. He would have just carried on his way, passing the domes until he was at the lake or the forest's edge. His pace lessened as he gazed over, taking in the sight of his youngest sibling.
There was a moment of hesitation, during which he pondered whether he should find his mom or maybe Vera, but the Gryffindor found his way inching toward the door. This was either a really bad tantrum or something happened. Some brotherly instinct was kicking in, and he was not happy that his sister wasn't her usual self, as annoying as that could be most of the time.
"You okay, Bry?" he asked, peeking his head inside the dome. The answer was obvious, but he was feeling things out.
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