One of them being a first year made it slightly more believable, but only slightly. His fault, he supposed; he had spent plenty of the time removed enough from the rest of the world to pay proper attention to time.
She said her sister’s name, and Conall felt the familiar twinge in his chest. “I remember Eavan at that age, going off to Ilvermorny,” he said, abruptly turning to lightness, a memory to make him laugh. “Next thing you know, they’re twenty-six,” he warned.
“House must be quieter,” Conall added, offhand, wondering how Emilia was coping with the sudden change. Could be a blessing, could be a curse. He didn’t think he knew her well enough to guess.
She said her sister’s name, and Conall felt the familiar twinge in his chest. “I remember Eavan at that age, going off to Ilvermorny,” he said, abruptly turning to lightness, a memory to make him laugh. “Next thing you know, they’re twenty-six,” he warned.
“House must be quieter,” Conall added, offhand, wondering how Emilia was coping with the sudden change. Could be a blessing, could be a curse. He didn’t think he knew her well enough to guess.
