Oh she would have giggled if he had said that – brought up Jean Valjean’s prisoner number…and y’know when he was arrested. Because she knew those facts. ”Fantine was about to be introduced,” she explained with a sigh and an air of almost adorable impertinence she jutted out her lower lip and pouted.

His head hurt – her mouth immediately opened in shock when she realized she needed to help. HELP HIM, seriously friends weren’t getting hurt on her watch. #NOTTODAYVOLDEMORT. ”I didn’t mean for it to happen…honestly I probably would have broken down and cried if she’d gotten to my copy of the Isle of Doctor Moreau…since my gran gave it to me” she smiled softly as she thought of the little old woman with her salt and pepper hair who had always accepted her despite not even being related to her…she had known hadn’t she?

When he brought up an electronic copy she just scoffed. ”but they don’t smell like books, they’re…just…not right y’know?” she sighed, ”I have one though…even though it always just smells like burning rubber and plastic” she shrugged her shoulder and then shrugged. ”….magic?” she answered as she tipped her head at him and watched his face. Oh merlin no, that head tilt was adorable. The brunette immediately bit the inside of her cheek as she looked at him and nodded, ”its…a childrens book, about a bear called Paddington that wears this adorable blue rain coat and yellow wellies…and he keeps a marmalade sandwich under his cap – I wouldn’t do that…its, messy and makes your hair get sooooo dirty and sticky” okay, so maybe she had experience with it when she was little.

When Noah called her dad a superhero she just grinned, ”I think so…so far, I’m just getting to know him since we just met.” there was something about Noah, the innocence of him maybe that made her feel like she could trust him. Or maybe it was just his face. ”your mum sounds nice…but like rice cakes? What kind?” she asked curiously as she hadn’t really had many of them in her life.