~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes. Jude grinned, suppressing his urge to laugh at his own thought lest he scare the Snidget off. Speaking of which… the Snidget apparently hadn’t quite gotten its fill of sizing him up. That was fine; Jude was used to being in the spotlight. He could just pretend the Snidget was his audience for the solo he was about to give.
The Hufflepuff cleared his throat and began to sing softly, an original. Yep, it was a song he had been working on, a song that was only half down. And YOU, Snidget friend, were the first to hear it! The bird seemed to like the melody and lyrics. After all, the intensity at which its red gaze focused on Jude told him it just might be hypnotised in a good way. |