if this isn't what my future pet is like i don't want it

making paper airplanes out of his potions homework

they're doing fancy tricks - flitting about in loops and swirling around each other. when a new one joins, they bump into each other before settling into a new pattern.

"good, huh?" he's grinning, eyes following the paper to make sure they don't fall. "the work was boring, figured I would learn more doing something."

"ah, I'm not a very good teacher." his nose wrinkles, lips pursing in thought. "we could give it a go though. here, sit by me."

he offers out a hand to shake. "Aousten. Do you play quidditch or are you just here to watch?" pushing his own paperwork to the side so that her side of the desk is clear. it's not a difficult charm, but there were a variety of inhibitors. most notably, language

he shakes his head. afraid of heights. "non. don't have the time between this and home, it looks like fun, though." no it doesn't. it looks horrible.

"ouais, what gave it away?" he's teasing. his english is good, but his accent is thick. "we're french - hardly known for our manners. not that I know much about the quidditch team, they could be pleasant. I prefer dueling"

(non au) i hate him with every ounce of my being. and i weigh a lot.

is this what second hand embarrassment feels like

you're not, that's why it's second hand

i'm confused on the definition, I think

that's good, because I don't actually feel it. just feel like I should feel it, you know?

mm. that's why I see a therapist. because people don't know

lgbt stands for let's get big trout

i learned that today

student

shrug I have nothing to suggest they are or they're not. why do you ask?

he's a keen fisherman, I'm sure he knows

I'm going to assume it's not something horrible, or you would have told me, ouais?