“Or that,” Kristoffer snorted. How ludicrous a thought. Not only were they past seventeen now, and men, they didn’t have professors breathing down their necks at every turn. This was true liberty, and they were fools if they didn’t make the most of it while it lasted.
He could do nothing but snort again at the sight of a former pupil out there slaving away (sort of; slaving was probably an exaggeration) in the museum. Elegantly, Kristoffer withdrew his wand from his pocket and sent a lazy trip jinx the ex-Ravenclaw’s way. For the sake of easing Bingham’s boredom, of course. A good deed for the day.
He tucked his wand away again and glanced at Rupert as though nothing had happened, barely suppressing a smirk. “Who doesn’t?” He agreed, thinking of Beatrix amongst those better things to do. “Still, there’s only so much London is good for,” he added briskly, matter-of-fact, glancing cursorily around at the exhibits in case they planted an idea of somewhere in his mind. “We should go somewhere.”
He could do nothing but snort again at the sight of a former pupil out there slaving away (sort of; slaving was probably an exaggeration) in the museum. Elegantly, Kristoffer withdrew his wand from his pocket and sent a lazy trip jinx the ex-Ravenclaw’s way. For the sake of easing Bingham’s boredom, of course. A good deed for the day.
He tucked his wand away again and glanced at Rupert as though nothing had happened, barely suppressing a smirk. “Who doesn’t?” He agreed, thinking of Beatrix amongst those better things to do. “Still, there’s only so much London is good for,” he added briskly, matter-of-fact, glancing cursorily around at the exhibits in case they planted an idea of somewhere in his mind. “We should go somewhere.”
