 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
Viano grinned as Fel’s laughter filled the air. “Because you know how I think, I would say,’’ he spoke up in slight amusement but in actuality, was quite serious. Fel did know him and the way his brain worked. The Gryffindor, in any case, would have been relieved to have verbal confirmation that his friend was also willing to put in the work for their friendship in the years to come. Maybe some day they’d both verbalise that.
Vi chuckled. “Tan, relaxing… practically the same thing. We can just do nothing for a bit.” To reinforce his words, he placed the oars in a resting position. He hadn’t realised it but his arms were somewhat grateful for the rest. Perhaps he needed to do a bit of extra training during Quidditch, training that would focus on his arms. Vi tilted his face up at the sun, letting the rays hit his face.
This was a great way to relax and not have to do anything at all. |