Agrimony didn't need a candle in order to see how brightly the older boy was blushing. In a way it was amusing, and he tilted his head unblinkingly at him while he was blustering about. If there was ever a person who looked guilty, it was him. But he had no earthly idea why the boy would have wanted to get into the restricted section in the first place.

And at last, the truth came spilling out of the boy's mouth as if Agrimony had just stuck pins under his fingernails. Merlin, this boy wouldn't do well under any sort of duress. He was rather a twitchy fellow, which Agrimony stored in his back pocket as he watched him flounder for a few more seconds before introducing himself.

In one swift movement, Agrimony uncrossed his arms and stood up, grasping Foxwood's hand and giving it a firm shake. "Agrimony Macnair." He said, as if commenting about the weather, before he brushed past the Ravenclaw and walked to the edge of the Restricted Section. "Which book did you say it was?" He threw over his shoulder, plucking the rope from the air and hoisting it over his head as he ducked under.

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