He wouldn't admit it to Miss Lynch, but he would have felt little remorse if either of their owls had perished in the fog. That wasn't because he lacked empathy—no, it was because he'd seen far worse than a couple of owls perish over his time as an auror. Still, Miss Lynch was a woman and woman had soft spots for animals, right? He had no desire to come off as heartless, especially when his own heart began to race at the sight of her.
"Well I hope Papa's owl doesn't go tipping my presence off to him," he said, his tone joking despite the teetering anxiety he felt about that. While he didn't expect the owl to physically tell her father, his sudden presence—wherever he might have ended up—could set off an alarm.
Her comment about the book—half finished, already?—left him with wide eyes and an agape mouth for what had to be the twentieth time since he'd met her. He wasn't aware that anyone could get through a book that fast.
"Tell me you're joking," he insisted with a dramatic sigh, unknowingly taking a step towards her.
"Well I hope Papa's owl doesn't go tipping my presence off to him," he said, his tone joking despite the teetering anxiety he felt about that. While he didn't expect the owl to physically tell her father, his sudden presence—wherever he might have ended up—could set off an alarm.
Her comment about the book—half finished, already?—left him with wide eyes and an agape mouth for what had to be the twentieth time since he'd met her. He wasn't aware that anyone could get through a book that fast.
"Tell me you're joking," he insisted with a dramatic sigh, unknowingly taking a step towards her.
— set by MJ! —