The look that flickered across Ahn-Bo’s face as soon as he switched to talking about quidditch made Jin smile wider. He loved when his friend grew animated; Ahn-Bo’s eyes widened just slightly and the honey-brown of his irises seemed to glow from the excitement of it. He was ever at his happiest when he was describing something about the game, or team, or practice, and even now as he explained about flying the fifty laps, Jin could feel the pride he felt at having accomplished it. But that didn’t make the little vampire any less worried about the flush. Especially after hearing that Kenji had frostbite. (Which, he probably deserved it and Jin didn’t care, but if conditions were so bad for one then they were bad for all!)
He hummed apologetically and made a show of fussing a little (just a tiny bit) as Ahn-Bo moved closer to him and complained about the cold. If anyone could understand how terrible a feeling that was, it was Jin. He reached to wrap both his arms around his friend and gave him a squeeze. “That sounds awful,” he agreed, indulgently. And it did. There was no way Jin would ever join the team knowing how brutal practices were first hand— but he wasn’t going to rub that in now. Ahn-Bo loved his quidditch too much to let a few frozen fingers dampen his spirits. (Jin, not so much.)
“Mianhe, Ahn-Bo-ah,” he continued, pouting playfully, and rubbed a small circle with his thumb against whatever part of his friend he could reach. “But you’re done now at least.” And breakfast would be soon. “Are you sure you don’t have a fever or anything?” He added a touch more seriously. “Flying in this kind of weather cannot be healthy.” Maybe he’d steal some of the herbs from his stash and make Ahn-Bo some tea before class. “Do you want some tea? I might have something in my things to warm you up.”
He hummed apologetically and made a show of fussing a little (just a tiny bit) as Ahn-Bo moved closer to him and complained about the cold. If anyone could understand how terrible a feeling that was, it was Jin. He reached to wrap both his arms around his friend and gave him a squeeze. “That sounds awful,” he agreed, indulgently. And it did. There was no way Jin would ever join the team knowing how brutal practices were first hand— but he wasn’t going to rub that in now. Ahn-Bo loved his quidditch too much to let a few frozen fingers dampen his spirits. (Jin, not so much.)
“Mianhe, Ahn-Bo-ah,” he continued, pouting playfully, and rubbed a small circle with his thumb against whatever part of his friend he could reach. “But you’re done now at least.” And breakfast would be soon. “Are you sure you don’t have a fever or anything?” He added a touch more seriously. “Flying in this kind of weather cannot be healthy.” Maybe he’d steal some of the herbs from his stash and make Ahn-Bo some tea before class. “Do you want some tea? I might have something in my things to warm you up.”
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* Jin takes potions and enchantments at times to give his voice a persuasive quality.
His performances, or even a simple conversation, can sometimes suggest thoughts
and ideas to his audiences.