 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Moy Pomidor | Seneca's Beard | That Is So Fetch!
"I wasn't holding hands with him!" the boy exclaimed, at this point taking what was probably just a cheeky moment a little too seriously. Then his face began to change colour. "I mean, I was. For a little bit. But I wasn't practicing my flirting." Honestly, if he did want to do that, he was very much aware that somewhere private was a better place for that. The Room of Requirement provided the perfect place for that among other things.
Her reason for holding Boris' statue hands herself was ... well, there was some logic missing there. "Well, then, if I asked you to eat a pound of doxy eggs, would you?" Of course, he never would ask his cousin to do such a thing. No would he, for the record, suggest anyone go through with such an act. The aftermath was not a great experience, though he could at least laugh about it now.
Keighley had a point there, but, in his opinion, she also didn't at the same time. He wasn't here to revisit old passages. "True," he replied with a shrug of his shoulders. "Doesn't hurt to check those out. But I'm also on the hunt for new passages if there are any. That is why I was giving him a nice hand-holding when you strolled along."
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