Snippet #2574008

Basil grumbled, muttering to himself about all the things that could go wrong. "Crash into...", he murmured, surveying the courtyard, "No exit...". Other students were walking by, taking no notice of them. They were probably doing something normal like talking about crushes or homework. "Expelled," he continued. His brow wrinkled with all sorts of imaginary problems until his eyes finally landed on Lila. He had nearly forgotten she was there. She appeared from time to time with her eyebrows and her opinions. He was undecided about her eyebrows. Sometimes he liked them and sometimes they puzzled him. There were so many expressions she had with them. He couldn't tell what she was thinking most of the time. Maybe that was it. He couldn't read her.

"Fine, fine... if we must," he grumbled, eyeballing the tower. It would be cold and they'd probably be seen. He had been working on a spell to camouflage their appearance. It might be a good time to test it. Although the last time he had tried it, his skin looked like green striped wallpaper for a week. From the corner of his eye, he saw Malcolm walking over. He looked as if he had just woken up. He turned to Hazel and with a hushed voice, he said, "Okay, just because he's older, doesn't mean he gets to run the show," Basil was a lot of things but tolerant of Slytherins were low on the list. He didn't hate them but he definitely didn't trust them.