None of his things were down the back of the couch, so Bram moved towards one of the tower’s window seats instead, to see if anyone had stuffed his school bag or wand in an alcove there. But his attention was divided, now, between the search and Esteban, who was looking at him.

Bram gave a slight smile, almost sly, at that answer. There were plenty of things he might have pointed out as worthy reasons to be still, but – even better, an affectionate threat. “Next t-time we need to draw portraits for an art assignment, maybe I’ll ask you,” he suggested, “and then you’ll have to sit still.” Bram wasn’t sure Esteban would be a good study for a sketch, though, because would he even be able to pin down all that energy on a page? “Or,” he added lightly, “I could practise the freezing charm on you.”

You know, if he ever found his wand again. And he probably shouldn’t be teasing Esteban about anything right now, because Bram was the one who would owe him a favour for all his help, not the other way around.

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