Lachlan did what he said and sat down on the seat across from her, not because he intended to allow her to boss him around for the remainder of his time on the train, but because she did have her wand in her hand, was swearing, and seemed a little... hysteric. He kept his eyes on her every move, watching her wave her wand around while muttering inaudible spells. Some sort of shield, probably.
Concerned, he glanced down to the folder beside him, wondering how easily he could get it open before he was hexed by a snappy auror. (Not long, he decided, as she seemed paranoid and possibly sleep-deprived? Unless aurors were just like that. He didn't have much experience with them, which he supposed was in his favor right about now.)
"I'm going a quidditch thing," he said, "for the British National Team." Did she even follow quidditch? She seemed like the type who would. Aurors flew around on broomsticks, quidditch players flew around on broomsticks.
Concerned, he glanced down to the folder beside him, wondering how easily he could get it open before he was hexed by a snappy auror. (Not long, he decided, as she seemed paranoid and possibly sleep-deprived? Unless aurors were just like that. He didn't have much experience with them, which he supposed was in his favor right about now.)
"I'm going a quidditch thing," he said, "for the British National Team." Did she even follow quidditch? She seemed like the type who would. Aurors flew around on broomsticks, quidditch players flew around on broomsticks.
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