#akrivs

“Then again, might be better off that way. I’d want to forget faces, too, if mine looked like that.”

“She’s different.” he retorts, his tone dry and definitive. Nothing the supercilious likes of Faenos would understand, he knows this. But he simply can’t– he won’t suffer to hear her scorned and belittled.

The eleven-foot tall Half Giant sneered at the man before him. Only a being of his size and bulk could make the tiny pink umbrella in his hand seem threatening “-I’m jus’ on school business. I don’t want trouble. So don’t press..” he warned, voice low. Black beetle eyes glinting.

omg i apologize on quiri’s scared af behalf

Be Roommates with: Ron Weasley

Harry lifted out of prone position on his sofa, running a hand over his face to brace himself for the conversation. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.” He made a mental note to firm up his wards against unwanted apparitions.

Aurst of laughter erupted from the man’s throat. “Oh I’m sorry. You were actually trying to insult me?” He wouldn’t show it, but anything aimed at him that wasn’t a compliment was disturbing. But he wasn’t about to allow himself to be affected by this. “And I think the word you're looking for is Russian. Now come on boy,” he said and leaned forward, closer to his face with a an amused grin. “You can do better than that.”