Though only a year apart in age, Cammie thought they quite looked like a first and sixth year standing beside each other. Or maybe they would have, if Sloane's face hadn't lost some of its roundness over the summer. "You'd best hope I not get much taller. I might step on you by accident," he chuckled. In truth, stepping on her would probably feel like stepping on a nail—or worse, an open fire if she literally set her head aflame—but he wouldn't admit that.
"Take me? What would you do? Kick me in the shin?" he taunted with a disapproving cluck of his tongue. The smile on his face absolved his comments of perceived offense, and he even laughed when she gave him a rough shove that caused him to stumble back a few steps.
"It's my first summer with the Bells. It's... different." He'd always liked Maddy, but nothing was more awkward than running into her while they stumbled through the halls in the morning on the way to breakfast. They were technically siblings now, but it still didn't feel like it. "How about you? Made your elective choices yet?"
"Take me? What would you do? Kick me in the shin?" he taunted with a disapproving cluck of his tongue. The smile on his face absolved his comments of perceived offense, and he even laughed when she gave him a rough shove that caused him to stumble back a few steps.
"It's my first summer with the Bells. It's... different." He'd always liked Maddy, but nothing was more awkward than running into her while they stumbled through the halls in the morning on the way to breakfast. They were technically siblings now, but it still didn't feel like it. "How about you? Made your elective choices yet?"
