 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Moy Pomidor | Seneca's Beard | That Is So Fetch!
Once a Gryffindor was riled up, whether intentionally or not, laughing at them and telling them to calm down didn't normally turn out well. Had anyone other than his cousin, a member of his family, had been there, jinxes may or may not have been cast just because that is what his might was telling him to do. It was fight or flight, and today talk of flirting and such was hitting a nerve. Was it caused by teenage angst? Pent-up emotions? Tired of being cooped up indoors? The boy didn't have a clue.
But he was breathing. A breath in, a breath out, in, out, in out. "Whatever" is all he said in response to the teasing and her entraining his experimental process. He was ready to move on from all of that.
As for discovering new passages, he was still wanting that to happen. It was, truthfully, why he was wandering the halls. "That's sorta what I've been doing. Mainly was looking for anything out of the ordinary that could reveal a secret passage. Hence why I was giving Boris here a look over. The hands are odd, so it was worth a try. But, now that we'd concluded he's your usual boring statue, where would you suggest looking next?"
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