Even in the dimness of the library, Agrimony could see the immediate flush bloom across Foxwood's cheeks as the voice behind them echoed throughout the aisles. Ignoring whatever had crossed the older boy's mind, Agrimony was about to tell him to suck it up. An elbow to his ribs changed his course of action and instead he let out a pained grunt, rolling over onto his back and slumping against the library books as Foxwood scrambled for answers. What a Ravenclaw.

And what in Merlin's name did it look like?!

Agrimony glared at Foxwood as he massaged the spot on his side, slowly getting up to stand in front of the teacher. Unbeknownst to him, the books they'd been holding were now floating to stack themselves between the two boys; the evidence to seal whatever detention was ahead of both of them. And Foxwood looked like he was about to melt into a puddle with how the professor was looking at the both of them.

Ugh.

"It was my fault, Professor Thompson." He said. "I dared Foxwood to go in the restricted section with me to get some books."

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