He was too busy guffawing with laughter at her protestations that she could read, and her poking at the diagrams in the book – Jimmy’s heart clenched in the worry she would ask what he was looking up, if not quidditch as she’d expected – to react quick enough when she went for the flowers again.
She snatched them clean away again before he could hold them hostage, and Jimmy pouted. “Are you sure, Charley? Feels like you wanted to give them to me.” He waggled his eyebrows. (Not the first time, if you counted the time he’d pranked her by ordering them himself – but these were actually nice flowers, and pretty fangless, so it would have been worrying, if that was how she wanted to show her appreciation to him. It would have almost felt sincere.)
He snapped the book shut, annoyed at the way her nonstop chatter had interrupted his admittedly un-Jimmy-like research errand. “My sort? I should be asking you that question, I think. I’m still a Hogwarts student. I have to buy my new books.” Unlike you, he intimated silently, with a lofty look and a quick press of his foot on the toes of her shoe, since she was loitering just there in front of him – he felt it his duty to provoke her.
She snatched them clean away again before he could hold them hostage, and Jimmy pouted. “Are you sure, Charley? Feels like you wanted to give them to me.” He waggled his eyebrows. (Not the first time, if you counted the time he’d pranked her by ordering them himself – but these were actually nice flowers, and pretty fangless, so it would have been worrying, if that was how she wanted to show her appreciation to him. It would have almost felt sincere.)
He snapped the book shut, annoyed at the way her nonstop chatter had interrupted his admittedly un-Jimmy-like research errand. “My sort? I should be asking you that question, I think. I’m still a Hogwarts student. I have to buy my new books.” Unlike you, he intimated silently, with a lofty look and a quick press of his foot on the toes of her shoe, since she was loitering just there in front of him – he felt it his duty to provoke her.
