 The Embley Bear
Remus's eyes were still on Nicnevin, though narrowed in suspicion now. "Oh, I see," he said in a low voice, looking down at his shoes, his hair covering his eyes again. He had reacted badly to that. It was a joke. Right. Don't do it again, he told himself sharply. You'll look like an idiot.
Nicnevin's loud request made Remus jump a bit, and he looked up from his toes slowly. "Summon my shorts?" he repeated, staring at Nic with a somewhat blank look. "I guess that could work. Perhaps ... But don't you think someone may notice flying pants?" he said, shaking his head. |