 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
Vi would always be grateful to Fel for having that level of confidence in him. Quidditch is life, and had been fortunate to inherit that talent from Papa Raju. Yes, he gave credit to his papa not to his real parents, whomever they may be. Not that Vi cared to ever find out. The thought of his biological parents always made his anger surface. But not at this moment. His only focus was Fel and their little outing.
The Gryffindor studied the way in which Fel’s hair became a hindrance to his eyes. In his opinion, it made Fel look cuter, just as the way his head was shaken. “You could have just asked me to get the hair out of your eyes, you know,’’ he remarked, casually and flirtatiously. He smirked slightly. “I imagine he does. Now that I think about it, he also must have seen many of his friends leave. Die, I mean. That’s a sad thought.” Because Bartholomew had been around for so many years! “I can see that, him needing to recharge after socialising with all his friends.” Then Fel spoke another sad thought. “The poor Squid. We should try to chat with him whenever we see him around. I’m sure he can never have too many of those. Don’t you think, Fel?” |