 Lovely™ | Captain Hurted | Ariana's Bane | Resident Antagonist | Unparalleled Delight
Had anyone told Weasley yet that he looked frankly ridiculous, drinking from a tiny teacup in his giant plate hands? No? Someone ought to.
Not Nem, though. Nem was far too nice. Or whatever.
"Don't touch anything," they intoneded along with Wilbur as they entered the fenced off area. "Wouldn't dream of it, sir." That was his greeting, by the way. Nem barely spared the old dinosaur another glance as they headed for an old tyre, purely because it was near the perimeter of the area, and they could half-perch on the nearby fence while they waited for things to kick off. They'd gone without the hat and gloves today, but had a pair of dragonhide gloves tucked under one arm while they kept their hands shoved in their pockets. Nem also had their collar up to ward off the cold, and had long since charmed their clothes to insulate, but that interminable chill was going nowhere. Could do with a fire out here. |