For some reason, the thought of spending the evening with Sloane in the common room brought a wave of nerves of both the happy, fluttering sort and the anxious, confusing sort over him. He'd never really studied with anyone before, so he imagined the thought of anyone watching him struggle his way through his work would make him feel that way. Surely she wouldn't judge him harshly; she already knew how bad he was at classwork.
Besides, she had more important things to judge him about, apparently. A scowl formed on his face when she began prodding him about Divination. Surely she didn't really think that about him? Or maybe...
"I don't know, maybe I did," he bantered, raising a brow in challenge. "All the ladies are more than pleased to help a 'helpless' boy." If he'd been less mature, he might have stuck his tongue out.
Besides, she had more important things to judge him about, apparently. A scowl formed on his face when she began prodding him about Divination. Surely she didn't really think that about him? Or maybe...
"I don't know, maybe I did," he bantered, raising a brow in challenge. "All the ladies are more than pleased to help a 'helpless' boy." If he'd been less mature, he might have stuck his tongue out.
