Ama was glad she and Marcy had recovered from their fit of unconstrained giggles, for it had been exhausting, and they probably wanted to watch some of the Quidditch at some point. But she also suspected that this young man was probably far more glad than she that the ladies were finally acting their ages.
Well, not acting their ages, but acting mature.
... Well, not acting mature, but no longer dying of hilarity at the word "bosoms".
"My hero", breathed Marcy thankfully, accepting the shawl and throwing it over her shoulders to cover the glaring stain on her blouse. But she balked when she saw how plain it was, failing to disguise her picky distaste.
"She means thank you", Ama said, turning back to the chap with an apologetic smile. "Are you security for the match?" she added curiously, privately quite proud that she'd just gotten a sports term correct ("match").
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Well, not acting their ages, but acting mature.
... Well, not acting mature, but no longer dying of hilarity at the word "bosoms".
"My hero", breathed Marcy thankfully, accepting the shawl and throwing it over her shoulders to cover the glaring stain on her blouse. But she balked when she saw how plain it was, failing to disguise her picky distaste.
"She means thank you", Ama said, turning back to the chap with an apologetic smile. "Are you security for the match?" she added curiously, privately quite proud that she'd just gotten a sports term correct ("match").