Rupert was the sort of Ravenclaw ponce that would know the name of mythical cities, wasn’t he? Fortunately for him, it wasn’t dire enough to disparage his company. No, indeed: Kristoffer thought he would be a good wingman of adventure. (It couldn’t hurt to have an extra braincell on his team.)
“Well, pack your bags, Bingham,” Kristoffer announced loudly, as if by letting the world eavesdrop on these plans he would bind his friend to his agreement. He laughed triumphantly. “We’ll be off before you know it. Say toodeloo to your bloody boredom.” Once they were let loose on the wide, wide world, he wouldn't know what had hit him.
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“Well, pack your bags, Bingham,” Kristoffer announced loudly, as if by letting the world eavesdrop on these plans he would bind his friend to his agreement. He laughed triumphantly. “We’ll be off before you know it. Say toodeloo to your bloody boredom.” Once they were let loose on the wide, wide world, he wouldn't know what had hit him.
