Snippet #1988914

Garrett Flint

Flint's boyish grin turned into a full blown smile at Summer's slip up. Dammit, she's so cute when she's nervous, he thought, more than a little nervous himself. Then again, is there a time when she isn't cute? Teek shifted his weight atop Flint's head, as if to try and spur him into action, and when he didn't immediately respond, the amber eyed owl gave a low hoot that sound, if anything, like a suggestive hoot. That is, assuming that a hoot could sound suggestive. Maybe it was just Flint's imagination.

"Hey, don't worry about it. Teek has this effect on all the girls he meets. Isn't that right?" His eyes flicked upwards, and Teek gave a cheery hoot in response. Flint was moderately pleased with himself. That had been a decently clever thing to say, hadn't it? He leaned a little towards her, lowering his voice slightly.

"He's still a worthless bag of feathers, but I love him for it. He wanted to see everyone again, including your lovely smiling face, so I figured, hey, why not? And it's great to see you again."

Flint gave her a relatively quick hug. Now, Flint had developed a bit of a reputation for giving the best hugs, but unfortunately this one was a little cautious, as he had to worry about dislodging the bird from his head, and making things really awkward. He had already saved one awkward situation with Summer's little Freudian slip, or at least he thought he had, but he doubted his chances of being so skillful as to save two. He broke the hug successfully, with Teek still comfortably perched atop his head.

"So how was the feast? It was the usual from Rockwell, I'm assuming? Sorry I wasn't there to make things more interesting, I was...uh, reading. A book."

Damn, that had come out poorly. And it sounded like bullshit. Garrett Flint, reading? It was the truth, but she'd have to think he was lying, that he'd been up to something, which any other year he would have. This year, things were somewhat different...but he didn't want to talk about that, not with Summer, not right now. He'd finally gotten back to the old Flint, and he wasn't going to slip away again now.

He also found himself wishing that Bliss didn't happen to come along at the moment. She'd have to come this way to get to Vulpes common room, which he'd come from. Flint hadn't exactly felt comfortable with both Turner sisters since he and Bliss broke things off. With one or the other, sure, he was great (well, typically more comfortable with Bliss), but with both, he just found himself feeling guilty. One, for not working harder to make things work out between him and Bliss, and two, for almost immediately developing a liking for her younger sister afterwards. But he couldn't help it. It was like Summer was all the things that were great about Bliss, and none of the things that were bad about her.

"Damn...feels like it's been forever. We didn't really get a chance to talk after me and Bli--well, before school ended last year, and then I haven't really seen anyone since then. I actually went home for the summer, back to Portland, to see my parents. How've you been?"

It was pretty well known, especially among Flint's friends, that he rarely returned home anymore. His parents had never really understood him, even less so once he learned he was a wizard, and they'd only become more estranged with each passing year. He'd spent his summers bouncing from friend's house to friend's house, avoiding his old home. But if Summer knew him as much as he thought she did (they'd spent a lot of time together, particularly last year, when he had been dating Bliss), she'd probably notice that there was something a little different about him. The antics and the goofiness were still there, sure, but under it, there was undeniably something a little more serious going on in Garrett Flint's head.