For a brief moment, Anne was afraid she was now paired with an idiot. "I am not going to step on a bowtruckle." Ready to explain, in small words, that bowtruckles stayed in trees, Anne realized that Hunter was joking with her. Anne wasn't sure what to do with that discovery.

The mention of centaur trails caught her ear, bringing Anne back to her accidental class partner. Apparently, Hunter paid attention in class. Anne took notice. It took energy not to make a face when he offered her his hand. Anne didn't know what to do with it for a brief second. She didn't need his hand. She didn't need him one bit, but he was trying to be nice, friendly. Maybe Gryffindors weren't obnoxious all the time.

Taking his offered hand, Anne made a show of stepping up and oooooooover the exposed tree root. As soon as she cleared the tree, she gave his hand a brief shake before taking it back. "All right then, Mr. Hunter, may the best hunter win." Hearing the double meaning, Anne quickly clarified, "The best seeker win." With that, she turned on her heel, intent on finding the first bowtruckle.

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