Barnaby was having a great deal of difficulty keeping a straight face - but oh, what a noble endeavour it was. I am not a fool, Robins protested, and he sounded so distressed and pathetic that Barnaby supposed he should show a little mercy.
(And show off, a little.)
With that in mind - and still half hoping to draw an audience to witness Robins’ embarrassment, Barnaby settled himself at the base of a tree (floating an inch or so off the ground, of course, and making sure not to lean back all the way into the tree) and closed his eyes a moment to think.
“Surnamed for a bird, and almost as red / But has no knowledge of birds in his head -” Barnaby warbled, self-satisfied. And loudly. A pity it was acapella, but it would have to serve. He grinned at the Ministry boy as he sang another slow couplet, widening his eyes meaningfully. “One of the falcons, not quite a thestral / Come, a windfucker is but a...”
(And show off, a little.)
With that in mind - and still half hoping to draw an audience to witness Robins’ embarrassment, Barnaby settled himself at the base of a tree (floating an inch or so off the ground, of course, and making sure not to lean back all the way into the tree) and closed his eyes a moment to think.
“Surnamed for a bird, and almost as red / But has no knowledge of birds in his head -” Barnaby warbled, self-satisfied. And loudly. A pity it was acapella, but it would have to serve. He grinned at the Ministry boy as he sang another slow couplet, widening his eyes meaningfully. “One of the falcons, not quite a thestral / Come, a windfucker is but a...”
