Basil had to admit he was surprised Agrimony had an interest in Transfiguration. Or, perhaps it was moreso that he’d never noticed it before. Was he so distracted a friend person that he couldn’t see what was right under his nose? (These days it really seemed like it!) The brunette blushed a touch despite himself. Well, at least now he had someone else to bounce ideas off of. Macnair was brilliant, in his own chaotic way. The little fireball incident that followed distracted Basil from his embarrassment, and by the end of it he was back to teasing as he attempted to flick the former Slytherin in the nose. He should have known he’d never get away with it though. Macnair was faster than a snake bite, catching his hand on its way into the blonde’s face, and Basil laughed. A surge of something warm and familiar bubbled in his chest at the icy look the other threw him. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed Macnair over the years. Oddities and all.
Rather than shake him off as he should have, Basil continued his finger flick from this short distance away from Agrimony’s nose. He pulled a face when it fell short and then dropped his hand altogether. “One of these days I’ll teach you a real lesson,” he threatened playfully. An entirely empty threat, as far as Basil was concerned. He didn’t mind Macnair’s antics. He never really had.