There it was, the magic guess that got Sloane's enthusiasm - Lester rushed upstairs to get his own cloak and hat, and was in a similar scattered state to Sloan when he made it back downstairs. The whole thing wouldn't work as well if someone else came along; if it was just the two of them, Sloane could actually talk about things or not talk about things, whatever she wanted.
He nodded; they were down the Gryffindor tower stairs by the time Hatch actually spoke again, as if something might appear should they hear either of their voices.
"I kind of hope it's snowing," Lester said, the sort of nothing-sentence someone said when they weren't sure what to say.
He nodded; they were down the Gryffindor tower stairs by the time Hatch actually spoke again, as if something might appear should they hear either of their voices.
"I kind of hope it's snowing," Lester said, the sort of nothing-sentence someone said when they weren't sure what to say.