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Lockhartian 
Oh, she said 'here', and she must've been talking about England, though, technically they weren't there...yet.
"Yes, do that, I have to owl him when I get home anyway." His first letter once he got home was going to be for Emalyn, though, and then the second for Aaron, and then a third one for Rae. Oh! Rae! The address! His eyes wandered off to the Slytherin table as he thought of it, and then back to Arya, "Just...don't mention him about YOU being right about certain things." That would be Treyen's job, yes?
Nod. Nod. Sabel. Smile. Grin. Nudge. Eyebrow raised. "I...didn't say that I'll be staying in London...I'll be staying in Dorset instead of Appleby, BUT London is a couple seconds away by Apparition or Floo." Just getting some facts straight over here, no big deal.
And then he lost track of the conversation between Arya and Sabel when...oh, Simon!...
Arya nodded her head. She would owl him as soon as she got to Nikolaos' apartment. And no mentioning of Ellie in any way?
"Gotcha... our secret." As in she wouldn't be telling anyone unless he gave her permissions. Totally awesome secret keeper she was.
She shrugged her shoulders lightly.
"Close enough....but I meant England." Which is where she was staying. And then she lost track of the conversation he was having with everyone else around them. She'd catch him when they got on the train or with that awesome owl of hers though.
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Tazenhani "Nawww. Not mischevious." If he had a free hand he would have tapped a finger against his lip in thought. "Devious with innocent intent geared towards maximum enjoyment maybe. But not mischievous."
His grin went to her briefly before his attention was yanked to the side by a flutter of feathers and wings. A slow knot worked its way from his gut into his throat at the sight of the owl, and for a long moment he just stared at it. Licking his lips slowly, he nodded a slight fraction to Arya's words. While he would have hoped it, the owl didn't seem to be trying to offer its leg to anyone else. Unless there was someone standing behind him.
A quick glance over his shoulder dismissed the probability and forced him to slowly retrieve the letter from the creature. A weak smile and scratch to the side of the neck was given to the fluff ball before his eyes went down to the parchment, unfolding it slowly.
And then everything stopped. Every sound and every perceived movement.
Why hadn't he told her sooner?
"I like the sound of that." So much that she stored it away in her memory in case someone ever thought to call her mischievous. Not that that had ever happened, but one should always be prepared.
She watched the little owl fly away with a small smile, knowing that breed of owl wouldn't suit Sabel, but unable to stop herself from wondering if he'd like a little owl instead of a large one. It was his reaction to the owl, and his not responding to her comments that had her glancing up at him, smile faltering as her expression changed to one of slight worry.
"Who is it from?" And did she want to know.