 Lovely™ | Captain Hurted | Ariana's Bane | Resident Antagonist | Unparalleled Delight
"Secret notes are the best kind, I think." Unless, of course, the secret was one being kept from Yves. Then he didn't like them so much. But, as far as he was either aware or concerned, no such messages were likely to happen. He'd know. Somehow, he'd know.
His own smile was bright bright bright, one that came from feeling free as a dove. Freedom suited him, see; it fit him like a glove. "Enchanté, Etta. I am Yves," he said, slipping into the French while only half meaning to. He turned to the inks on the shelves, but the many options were almost overwhelming, and suddenly a world of possibility felt open to him. Because of ink. Yes. Think of all that had been created in the world, the production of all those things that were only possible with access to ink. "All of them. If I had the money." That, of course, didn't answer the question, so he reached out for one ink bottle - paused - then went for the one above it. Maybe he'd go ahead and buy it, with the money he had for his actual supplies.
Yves showed the bottle of ink to Etta as his answer, even as he spoke a new question, bouncing lightly on his toes because he simply couldn't stand to be still for too long. "We are in the same house at Hogwarts. You are going into your second year?" |