Foxwood’s hand over his own burned Agrimony’s as if he’d scalded him, but the flash of stubbornness that he saw in the Ravenclaw’s eyes made him smirk. That’s what he was looking for. And yet, Agrimony still felt he had the upper hand, but he let Foxwood go on as satisfaction curled in his stomach. He could feel the other’s fingers grope for any weakness in his grip, but Agrimony only held on to the thin piece of silk even tighter.

A whole year of application and experience.

And somehow, Agrimony wasn’t convinced. “Then act like it, Basil.” He returned, his voice quiet. “From where I’m standing, there was only one of us who willingly came into the forest tonight, wasn’t there?” Another smirk. “The other simply followed. You’ve only got a year on me? Then prove it.”

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