Snickering into his cigarette like a child, Basil gave his best friend the most amused look. “Yes, quite.” he replied, still laughing. It was amusing to Basil, in part because of the alcohol, and in part because he knew Nee to be particularly straight-laced. The Slytherin, despite the virtues of his former house, did his best to be a respectable sort. Basil couldn’t honestly imagine him extolling the vices, much less purposefully managing to get himself alone with a debutante sans pants. Clearing his throat, Basil hummed nonchalantly. “At least you’re putting yourself on the market,” he teased again. “At risk of sounding like your mother, I’m sure the family is thrilled there’s at least someone looking about you. Even if she’s quite unconventional in her tactics.” Basil’s eye twinkled with mischief as he purposely misconstrued the situation. It wasn’t painful, per say, for him to discuss potential prospects with Nee, but it certainly wasn’t his favorite topic to think on. Basil knew one day his best friend would find a wife and marry, but he didn’t have to like the idea - and by George - he did not. For no particular reason, of course.
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Eldritch Morgan
Eldritch Morgan