Vincent grinned in response to his friend’s comment. There were a lot of things he apparently hadn’t tried, or seen, or done that was usual for a full-blown wizard. He was nonplussed by it; Cassian had practically made it his personal mission to see that Vince shared these experiences with him and so far he was having a great time of it. Rolling his eyes playfully, he shook out more of the beans onto the bed and separated them by color with his index finger. A trick Cass said; Vincent would believe it when he saw it.

He was pleased to see Cass more himself this week than he had been as of late though. Ever since the blonde’s father had died a few years ago, getting Cass to smile and relax had become difficult where once it had been as easy as breathing. Vincent knew the loss obviously put a lot of pressure on him, pressure that the Slytherin himself did not share considering his own circumstances. Still, he knew he would be there for Cass, always, if the other ever needed a shoulder to lean on.

Eyeing the Gryffindor as he made a face, Vincent couldn’t help but laugh. He nodded in agreement; all the white and brown ones did seem to be rather repugnant. He moved the pile of red ones he’d sorted to the forefront and began to examine them for slight color variations as Cass laughed and shook his hair out of his eyes. Vincent focused hard on the little beans to keep from staring. Too bad his efforts were in vain then as the big, beautiful blonde beside him decided to stretch.

If green eyes flickered up to watch Cass move, Vincent wouldn’t admit it. Still, he was entirely taken in with the sight of the other, all broad muscle and a big heart, as Cass’ belly was exposed. Vince blushed a touch and doubled down to look at his beans again as the other went to open the window, crawling onto the bed beside him. The movement made all of the beans roll together into the crease between Vincent’s stomach and the bed and he quickly covered his separated reds to keep them from mixing in with the pack. “It is rather humid out,” he agreed.

A sadness touched his friend’s visage as Cassian settled himself opposite Vince on the bed and the Slytherin frowned. (He hated that look.) “Why are you apologizing?” He hummed, playfully, before tapping Cass’ forearm with his foot. “We’ve done so much already! I rather don’t mind the idea of lazing about for a single day.” Vince carefully collected the red beans in his palm and held them out for Cassian to take as he sat up and sent the remainder rolling about.

“Between tomorrow’s game and whatever else you’ve got cooking up in that big head of yours, I’m relieved actually,” he added, trying to collect the beans and knowing there was probably one wedged under his bottom somewhere. Vince knelt on the bed to grab at it and then set them all to the wayside on the side table. Cass was right, only the red ones were really worthwhile. He grinned as he sat gently beside his friend the other way and gestured to take a bean. “I’m sure there’s plenty we can come up with to do right here,” he nodded, teasingly. “We are two of the most ingenious wizards to ever exist, are we not?”

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