Oz glanced back at his brother, perplexed by the question. What could possibly have caused the answer to that question to be no? There was hardly anything he needed to do at this point to prepare for the ceremony, except look the part. It wasn't as though he was likely to forget how to dress himself (whatever remarks Miss Pomfrey would make later on about the wrinkles on his sleeves). On the other hand, it seemed unlikely that Endymion might have marched himself all the way up to Ozymandias' room to ask a rhetorical question. Probably he had been dispatched here by someone, Oz figured. That seemed like a reasonable course of events: Endymion trying to be helpful but really just being in the way, and one of the women orchestrating the arrival and departure of vendors needed him out of the way but feeling useful, so they had invented some groomsman-appropriate tasking for him. Go check on Ozymandias, make sure he's coming along alright. Endymion's question might have even recycled the exact phrasing they'd used.
Oz stopped walking and moved to the open window, where he perched on the sill. "It's too hot, isn't it? I'd have thought this late in the year it would be colder." He didn't bother answering the question. "Maybe we should have gotten tents for the reception. I imagine the sun might wreak havoc on the cake and the punch both."
Oz stopped walking and moved to the open window, where he perched on the sill. "It's too hot, isn't it? I'd have thought this late in the year it would be colder." He didn't bother answering the question. "Maybe we should have gotten tents for the reception. I imagine the sun might wreak havoc on the cake and the punch both."
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