He only marginally paid any mind to the shuffling of Foxwood — enough students did that around him all day when he was tinkering with things, so what was one more Ravenclaw. He always felt a lick of satisfaction at the obvious curiosity that people exhibited when he was fiddling with things, as if that secret was for him and him alone. It was rare that Agrimony disclosed any of his machinations lest they get back to the ears of one of the teachers. They were often not so nefarious that he would get in trouble, but they could cause quite a bit of mischief if used correctly. 'Correctly' being the operative word, in Agrimony's estimation.

Withdrawing the dragon-hide gloves from his hands, Agrimony reached out and twirled the little top on the desk. It sputtered to life briefly before sputtering out a tiny squeak and falling apart on the table. "Bloody hell," Agrimony tossed the gloves onto the table, sitting back in his chair before the sound of a scuffing on the ground reached his ears, Foxwood's voice traveling not far behind. He turned in his seat to see the other boy hovering.

With a quizzical look pasted on his face, Agrimony quirked an eyebrow again, his gaze moving from Foxwood's feet to take in his awkward expression. "I've been alright." He replied after a pause. Was Foxwood playing at something? "And you?"

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