Cameron made a face. "Perhaps I should be offended, then." Selwyn was taller and broader than him, and admittedly Cameron wished he could look a little more like him instead of his lanky self, but Selwyn had an air to him that repelled Cameron to the core. There was something about the way he tried to fit in despite belonging somewhere else entirely—or maybe it was undeserved cockiness. He couldn't pinpoint it. "The silly catfish needs to remember who saved her to begin with." Saved being somewhat of an exaggeration. He'd done little more than fling the kitten into the water, but hey.
His eyes followed the sound of the boy's echos down the hall. Though most of the Bixby boys were nice enough on the few occasions he'd talked to them, Cameron avoided them whenever possible. It was normal, right? He only imagine what he'd think of boys that were overly friendly with Greta, so he could only imagine what they thought of him (and Ned. Can't forget him).
"What shall I say I did to earn it this time? Maybe I rested my elbow on your shoulder," he teased, looking her up and down. She may have grown a few inches since first year, but he'd grown a whole foot. He briefly wondered if she'd always be so small. "Or maybe I tugged on your braids and asked you to turn them pink." With a quiet laugh he reached out and gave one of them a little tug.
"I think it went fine. We'll either get a friend, a foe, a family member, or a first year as our chaser. Not a lot of unfamiliar faces. I'm only wondering how Hufflepuff tryouts went. Haven't you been wondering who their new seeker will be?"
His eyes followed the sound of the boy's echos down the hall. Though most of the Bixby boys were nice enough on the few occasions he'd talked to them, Cameron avoided them whenever possible. It was normal, right? He only imagine what he'd think of boys that were overly friendly with Greta, so he could only imagine what they thought of him (and Ned. Can't forget him).
"What shall I say I did to earn it this time? Maybe I rested my elbow on your shoulder," he teased, looking her up and down. She may have grown a few inches since first year, but he'd grown a whole foot. He briefly wondered if she'd always be so small. "Or maybe I tugged on your braids and asked you to turn them pink." With a quiet laugh he reached out and gave one of them a little tug.
"I think it went fine. We'll either get a friend, a foe, a family member, or a first year as our chaser. Not a lot of unfamiliar faces. I'm only wondering how Hufflepuff tryouts went. Haven't you been wondering who their new seeker will be?"
