 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
That was the thing about maturity levels. There was a spectrum like with most things in life. Eli was impatient and judging and he could cause trouble with just with a look. Heck, opening his mouth and speaking could cause Armageddon or Rivers of Tears. Ezra was much more suited to diplomacy and politeness around his peers. And he respected people. ALL people. Perhaps that was why their mother had insisted on him looking out for Eli that day. To make sure he Elias didn't get into bother. Although Ezra was sceptical over how much influence he had over his brother. Actually, no, he knew exactly how much he had. ZERO.
Still, he could try..
“You forgot we need to go to the menagerie too. And to look at the brooms.” They had agreed to that earlier. Ezra wasn't much of a Quidditch player, but he did love to fly. The escapism of it. The wind in your face and the fresh cold air in your lungs. Oh it was exhilarating. It was the best time for thinking and to make up stories in your head about dragons and unicorns and Wizard War and Peace.
Tolstoy aside, we revert back to paragraph one. There was that look. That stony, 'I'm going to KILL you in your sleep' look.' Well.. yes, Eli did have a point. “I had it when we left, I'm sure!” Oh...
“I'll go and look outside. You. You wait here.”
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