Still breathing exhaustedly from heaving himself all the way up, Aubrey merely regarded the professor for a while. His submission was done, he said; Aubrey didn’t catch all the transfiguration gibberish to do with it – he tried to learn useful bits and pieces from Foxwood, he did, for obvious reasons, but some of it still went over his head – but he thought, with his one-year-of-Hogwarts-schooling as a boy and no opportunity for reading Transfiguration periodicals, he had scraped together the gist.
Aubrey couldn’t beam back, of course – and for all the Professor was an eminent scholar, he wasn’t always the most observant, was he? A little too eccentric, a little lost in his own head, to quite notice a rare object of Transfiguration right before his face.
But maybe he should cut him some slack, when the Professor couldn’t even keep hold of his teacup. Aubrey couldn’t help himself: he let out a snuffle-snort in something like hedgehog amusement. And then Foxwood pushed the scone at him and gave him half the credit for his efforts in the same moment, which was ludicrous and delightful in equal measure. To accept that honour, Aubrey puffed his body up in sardonic pride, knowingly held Foxwood’s gaze for a moment, and then lurched forwards to take a deliberate, satisfied bite of scone. I understand you, you big intelligent oaf, see? Aubrey swallowed, licked his mouth, stepped very carefully closer to the corner of the parchment as if to take a look at Foxwood’s newly-finished submission. They should bloody well publish me in Transfiguration Today.
Aubrey couldn’t beam back, of course – and for all the Professor was an eminent scholar, he wasn’t always the most observant, was he? A little too eccentric, a little lost in his own head, to quite notice a rare object of Transfiguration right before his face.
But maybe he should cut him some slack, when the Professor couldn’t even keep hold of his teacup. Aubrey couldn’t help himself: he let out a snuffle-snort in something like hedgehog amusement. And then Foxwood pushed the scone at him and gave him half the credit for his efforts in the same moment, which was ludicrous and delightful in equal measure. To accept that honour, Aubrey puffed his body up in sardonic pride, knowingly held Foxwood’s gaze for a moment, and then lurched forwards to take a deliberate, satisfied bite of scone. I understand you, you big intelligent oaf, see? Aubrey swallowed, licked his mouth, stepped very carefully closer to the corner of the parchment as if to take a look at Foxwood’s newly-finished submission. They should bloody well publish me in Transfiguration Today.
Formerly known as Davis, Elijah Urquart's pet hedgehog.