At the sound of the screeching note that Lyleās unintended stealth had resulted in, the boy winced and his pair of ferrets quickly scurried for cover. Two mobile lumps appeared on his shoulders as Skip and Scamp disappeared into his collar once more. Even with the sunlight faltering, Lloyd would easily be able to see the lumps scurrying in a spiral down his torso beneath his robe. Despite the fact that he felt really, really bad about interrupting her, he couldnāt help a bit of giggling as their little paws danced over him. Realizing how much worse that probably made things, he quickly stifled. His cheeks flushed red and he reached up with one hand to rub the back of his neck as well.
āOh, um, I was actually looking for Naire but I heard you playing and couldnāt help but come over.ā His mind caught up to his mouth a few seconds later, and he realized that he might have just insulted her, sort of. āBut I was hoping to see you too! We didnāt get to talk at dinner, haha, sorry, I got all wrapped up in stuff. Did you have a good summer? Mine was great. Iām really glad to be back, and oh! Iām going to try out for the Quodpot team this year, isnāt that something? Iāll have to find someone else to take over the sports column, because Iād probably be biased, but Iām really excited. So excited. This is going to be the best year yet, I can feel it, canāt you?ā
He never quite seemed aware of how hard it could be for people to keep up with his rapid-fire manner of speaking. His father often remarked on how little he seemed to need to breath, if only when he was talking, which he almost always was. There was a brief pause, where she might have been able to get a word in, but probably not. Again, he only seemed to have digested what was said, this time by her, once heād quieted a bit and had time to actually let the words bounce around his skull a few times. āYouāre right though, we should head in. I guess I wonāt see Naire till tomorrow, thatās too bad.ā His brow creased a bit. āShould I have a question for you? Did something exciting happen?ā His eyes were wide, eager, waiting. Quite reminiscent of a puppy, he scampered after her towards the school.
He nearly flinched when Lee mentioned that his siblings were at the French wizarding school that Nevaeh would supposedly be attending. Heād nearly forgotten that little fact, forgotten it enough, at least, that he had to rapidly make several decisions. He had faith that he could convince Lee not to share anything that would disrupt the cover story, but very little faith that the boy would have the good sense to keep his mouth shut on the matter unless expressly told to. That meant he needed to tell the flamboyant younger man even more than heād intended to, which didnāt sit well with him. This was the one area where heād always trumped his sister. Sheād ruled her flock of female friends and male admirers exclusively with fear, but he was much better at the game. It was his grandmother who had called it that, the concept of identifying people as pieces and maneuvering them across a metaphorical board. No doubt, if Nevaeh were in his shoes rather than the cold ground, sheād already have her wand to Leeās throat, a threat ready to pour like poison from her lips.
āVery eventful, I must say.ā He had taken a bit longer in coining his reply than was required, something that Lee would surely notice. āBut all in good time.ā His fingers unwound, and he reached over with his remaining hand to give Leeās shoulder a brief, Vanceās-version-of-friendly squeeze. āThis year will turn out to be just as eventful, I think.ā That should have been sufficient to whet Leeās appetite for secrets while satiating his appetite for affection, however brisk.
He lengthened his stride by a half-pace as they drew nearer to the entrance of the common room of Arietem House. āLordly lineage,ā he whispered into a brazier by the door after a quick, surreptitious glance to ensure that no one was in range to eavesdrop. The heavy stone door slid aside, revealing the short flight of steps that led down into the common room proper, plushly appointed as it was in the greens of the houseās standard.
Normally, Vance relaxed ever so slightly upon entering the Arietem-only cloister of the school. In part, it was to convey a bit of trust that barely existed; it was also because maintaining poise could be laborious throughout an entire school day, even for him, particularly on a day where he had to deal with Fletcher. Not so, this year. This year, anyone could be an enemy.
He vaguely remembered Bellona mentioning something about a gift when he spied her by the fire. He offered her a courtly nod, then allowed himself to sink down into an overstuffed chair across from her. He was careful to choose one with another adjacent, so that Lee wouldnāt have to pout, or worse, make a show of dragging a seat closer to him. āWhat a tiresome evening this has been,ā he remarked earnestly. Heād sleep well tonight, if he didnāt dream of fire, green light, and cold, pale girls.
Normally, lazing about on a cot for a spell with nothing more intensive to do thank keep track of time would have been restive for Justin. He couldnāt keep unbidden scenes from the past from his mind, though. Two young boys, on a slender whip of a thing with spikey hair, the other a bit sturdier with a shaggy mane and a goofy grin. The former leaning heavy on the latter, practically clinging to him as he limped along toward a first-aid tent a stoneās throw from the cacophony of a Quodpot stadium teeming with fans.
That same spikey-haired boy never failing to notice when the shaggy-haired boy was about. They were both a little older than they had been, both a little more certain of what they wanted. A dozen or so instances of the two of them avoiding one anotherās gaze or presence, the cloying desire to break their shared silence, the cold stare of another boy, indistinct in memory, who might ever be a wedge between them.
A kiss, the first and only kiss theyād shared, only they hadnāt really shared it. The formerly spikey-haired boy, whoād finally realized that gelling his hair into tines didnāt do all that much to make him look badass, had stolen it. The true punishment for his crime: the only chance he might have had stripped from him.
Justinās dark brown eyes snapped open. He planted his feet on the ground and stood, using his wand to carefully levitate the boiling cauldron from the flames onto a rack, where it could cool. While it did, he busied himself with changing out the cartridges of sleeping gas in the hutch and restoring the protective enchantments heād layered upon it. It was tedious, but he didnāt mind just them. The images from his reverie were hovering at the fringes of his mind and the task helped keep them at bay. He was nervous, he realized. This whole affair was a Hail Mary, an act of desperation, almost certainly doomed to fail.
Justin never wore insecurity well, and so he clamped down on those thoughts. Instead, he focused on a siphoning spell, drawing the brown liquid from the cauldron in a thin stream that he snaked through the air, passing it through a cheesecloth set up for just this purpose in order to filter the scum away. A bit like making consommƩ, really, he never failed to think. Maybe he could conspire a way to cook for Emerson. The boy loved food, and anyone who was successful at Potions was a worthy cook with his mind set for the task.
Something to think about later. When the Betterbeer had cooled enough, he began drawing up pipettes of it and transferring it into glass vials, which he stoppered with tiny corks and then threaded through loops of cloth heād sewn into his messenger bag for the express purpose of carrying potions. The bag itself was ridiculously enchanted, Extended, of course, but it featured a few other Charms as well, similar in nature to the Breaking Charms used in broom-making. In the event that he took a tumble with his bag, the contents would remain relatively undisturbed. It was a necessary safety measures; there were times when his little bag held enough volatile potions to take down an entire hallway of the school, never mind any unforeseen reactions that some of his more interesting concoctions might have had with one another.
All that was left now was to ascend. He lit his wand, and once outside the chamber, brought it through the reverse of the motion he had used to open the titanic door in the first place. It groaned closed, and he stepped lightly over the sheet of wood covering the hole to take the stairs two at a time on his way up. Heād need to hurry, if he wanted to be back to the common room by curfew. Not that he was worried about being caught; it was more a matter of getting to socialize with the friends heād missed in the Great Hall. Thank whoever that Bliss and Flint get along. Itād be Hell if the two of them ever decide to become those sorts of exes, particularly on me.
The clutter above the trapdoor silently arranged itself once more, and Justin clambered out as quietly as he could. Heād never been at all athletic, and actually hoisting his own body weight out of the circular aperture put more strain on him than heād ever admit. Once the flooring and rug were back in place, he moved to the door, waving his wand a final time in order to restore the mess to its natural state of messiness. He extinguished his wand silently, then cupped a hand to the door to listen.
The long hallway was a perfect conductor for sound. Hearing no one, he quickly slipped out, simply flipping the switch on the knob to re-lock the door. No magic needed. Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his robes, he strolled on out of the Astronomy area and started for the small stretch of school that he thought of as home more than the house heād been raised in.