She... had a point there. Not that he was going to say it. With any luck, Seneca had stopped growing (although, surely she'd be able to change her height if she tried hard enough, as a metamorphmagus). The last thing he wanted to look was short.
Absently, Kristoffer wondered if he could charm himself to be taller. Or even broader in the shoulders, or magic himself stronger - though that would probably count as cheating in quidditch. Hmm.
Frida's mention of their other sister dragged him out of his own self-absorbed thoughts though, and he peered at Frida more properly now. "When don't I worry about Meta?" He said darkly, not talking about her height, or even her wellbeing - just her, and the fact she had been sorted into Gryffindor. It was having a profoundly bad effect on Meta, who he'd sworn had used to be his favourite sister. "And here I thought Hufflepuff was bad," he added pointedly (which he supposed was a compliment to Frida as much as it was an insult).
Absently, Kristoffer wondered if he could charm himself to be taller. Or even broader in the shoulders, or magic himself stronger - though that would probably count as cheating in quidditch. Hmm.
Frida's mention of their other sister dragged him out of his own self-absorbed thoughts though, and he peered at Frida more properly now. "When don't I worry about Meta?" He said darkly, not talking about her height, or even her wellbeing - just her, and the fact she had been sorted into Gryffindor. It was having a profoundly bad effect on Meta, who he'd sworn had used to be his favourite sister. "And here I thought Hufflepuff was bad," he added pointedly (which he supposed was a compliment to Frida as much as it was an insult).
