The look on Macnair’s face could have withered a squash and Basil felt himself grin back in response. Was he irritating? Possibly. Did he care? Not as much as he likely should have. Macnair needed a little push every now and again, to revisit the real world— and that said something, coming from Mr. Anti-society himself. Not that Basil was interested in dragging him to a ball, but for coffee? It had certainly crossed his mind.

The response was as blasé and un-informative as he’d expected, but such was the norm with Agrimony. Basil tossed the other another cheeky grin at his quip about living in the castle. “I’m sure the headmaster would have you, too, if you only asked.” He chuckled at the thought of Macnair teaching any subject and dealing with the aforementioned ‘bright young minds.’ He could certainly do it, Basil was absolutely confident, but would he want to? Not a chance in hell. Shoving his hands into his trouser pockets, the brunette leaned against the nearest wall. “Or I could transfigure you into a toad and bring you back as my pet. Your choice.” He teased, eyes glinting.

There had been a time once when Basil had accused Macnair of being unlike a frog prince in disguise; a time that had been followed by a rather surprising kiss that he tried very hard not to dwell on now. Whether he was successful or not was his own business.

Before Basil could get awkward about it however, Macnair coughed and not for the first time in the past few minutes. A slight pinch of concern came to his brows and Basil straightened a bit. “That cough sounds rather settled,” he observed. “Have you been well?” Sleeping, at all? he wanted to add.

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