Quote:
Originally Posted by
Professor R. French
"Ah, yes. Of course. A Gryffindor. As I would suspect. A House founded by Jeremy Gryffindor in 1828. He, too, had an affinity for finger painting. But please, paint nothing until instructions have been given."
"Yes, well done there."
WAT.
WHAT.
WHAT WAS THIS?
West eyed this professor. First from overhearing this... what...
No.
What?
He let out a slow breath. Was that humour? Jeremy Gryffindor whaaaaat? He shot a slightly uneasy look at Alexa, and then a definitely wary one at the professor.
Well
done?
Well done for what? Was he reading his
mind?
He decided to think about Quidditch. Just Quidditch. A few of the plays him and Ascanius and Theo had perfected the previous term. Purposely, y'know, in case this guy WAS reading his mind.
Or maybe he was just being funny? West couldn't at all tell, and it sketched him out.