 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Beauden watched as the younger girl approached the pear, his brow furrowing slightly as he processed her suggestion. Tickle it under the chin? He hadn’t quite thought of it like that, but the way she said it sounded like it made sense in some roundabout way. Maybe he had been too rough with it, not delicate enough. He stepped back to give her more room, crossing his arms with a curious look on his face.
"That's a new one," he remarked, clearly intrigued by her approach. His stomach rumbled yet again, but this time he ignored it, focusing instead on the scene in front of him. "If it works, I'll owe you a butterbeer from Hogsmeade."
He watched Bryony's fingers work their magic, gently tickling the pear in a spot he hadn't considered. There was something oddly specific about her method, like she had done this a hundred times before. Sure enough, the pear giggled again, but this time there was a shift. The jiggling turned into a wriggle, and before Beauden could fully comprehend what was happening, the fruit morphed into the familiar brass door-knob.
"Well, I'll be—" Beauden said. "Guess it did have a chin after all."
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