 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
“I smell…” Ary sniffed the air as he ascended the stairs to the Astronomy Tower. “Blueberries.” These words were directed at Bry and Jan because no, Ary was not talking to himself. He trudged up the last of the stairs only winded in the slightest manner. Ary from a year before would have been quite out of breath and probably would have collapsed on the floor but things had clearly changed. Kids {him} had gotten up early to go for jogs with their dad {Dad Adi} over the summer.
Obviously it was more than just blueberries that were present at today’s symposium. Food, House Elves and a ghost Professor Marion… oh, my! The Slytherin offered the Ghost Professor one of his finger wiggle-waves then did the same for the Elves. “Is that Cranberry-orange or cranberry and orange juices separately?” he asked Toddles curiously, having caught the tail end of the elf’s words. |