Even if he did see her at every turn during the school year, he couldn't shake his dampened spirit. He couldn't even focus on her face; his eyes shifted downwards, looking between her hands and his clenched ones as he tried to hold back any further indication of his emotions. He opted to nod instead and respond with an uninterested hum.
"I'll see. We've been here for a while and Mr. Bell and my mother have company coming over when we get home," he said. It was a sorry excuse and unlike him at that (for he'd usually go out of his way to see his friends), but it was all he could give.
"Bye, Bixby. I'll see you at Hogwarts." Or maybe he'd write her before that. Maybe.
"I'll see. We've been here for a while and Mr. Bell and my mother have company coming over when we get home," he said. It was a sorry excuse and unlike him at that (for he'd usually go out of his way to see his friends), but it was all he could give.
"Bye, Bixby. I'll see you at Hogwarts." Or maybe he'd write her before that. Maybe.
