There was no denying the embarrassment on her face. Archie reached out and touched her arm reassuringly, hoping she wouldn't get too worked up or too quiet, but was pleased to find that she continued to conversation despite her pink cheeks.
"I've got more than that, too," he said. "My mum and father are archeaologists. I've got enchanted pictures of all the different places they've been all over my room. They said they made them themselves, but I don't believe them anymore. They're too complex." He chattered on for a moment, hoping to forget the momentary awkwardness between them.
He looked away as she cleaned herself, his eyes drifting once again to the Hufflepuff table as a group of students stood up from the table and shifted seats. He looked back towards her when she started to speak again, and his eyes widened with curiosity.
"They... they had the resort built? You mean to tell me the resort belongs to your family?" he asked.
"I've got more than that, too," he said. "My mum and father are archeaologists. I've got enchanted pictures of all the different places they've been all over my room. They said they made them themselves, but I don't believe them anymore. They're too complex." He chattered on for a moment, hoping to forget the momentary awkwardness between them.
He looked away as she cleaned herself, his eyes drifting once again to the Hufflepuff table as a group of students stood up from the table and shifted seats. He looked back towards her when she started to speak again, and his eyes widened with curiosity.
"They... they had the resort built? You mean to tell me the resort belongs to your family?" he asked.