Agrimony’s laughter tickled some small part of Basil’s brain that was still on the fritz. Gazing up into the Slytherin’s handsome face, exasperated and embarrassed as he was, Basil didn’t know what to do. His heart was beating erratically in his chest, likely hard enough for Macnair to feel it through their multiple layers of clothing like the pulse of a too-loud symphony. “O-of course I’m serious!” He hated how flustered his voice sounded. Deciding to turn the tables a bit in an attempt to regain footing, Basil huffed playfully. “In fact, I am appalled and offended by that statement,” he hummed. Then, with a right heave, he rolled the younger Slytherin into the dirt so that Macnair was now on his back, the Ravenclaw hovering just a mouse length above his face. “Books are vessels of knowledge and learning, and by proxy, some of the most important artifacts in the world.” If grey hues flickered to Agrimony’s mouth and back up again, he didn’t comment, instead smirking. “I’m surprised you of all people would forget that.”
Agrimony Macnair anddddddd kiss .//squishes faces