#dragonomics

(Dragonomics, by The Panchonomist)

                              ❛  well, obviously. we need the natural lighting. && more importantly, if i don’t see an island with waterfall marble countertops what are we even doing in this house. kitchens && bathrooms sell homes, people. come on.  ❜

     Looking over, finally, a smile quirking her lips into a crooked line, she chuckles.   ‘Don’t think for one second your CHARM ‘ll get you out of studying with me —–’

                                                               ‘BECAUSE I’M ON duty, numbskull,’   she growls - a little peeved that she can’t partake in the festivities … she just knows that if she shows up even the slightest bit intoxicated Mad-Eye ‘ll have her hide.   ‘But by all means, don’t let me RUIN your fun …’

                                                                             SHE LAUGHS, a merry sound that trips through the air to fall & shatter against the snow below their, well his, feet. Her arms hold tightly to his shoulders and her legs press into his sides; her chin finds a spot to rest near his left ear as she replies,   ‘Think of it this way -- my legs are shorter than yours ... see?’   She sticks her legs straight out, so that they form a right angle to his body, and wiggles her WINTER-BOOT-CLAD feet.   ‘So, it’s either let me hitch a ride & we get there faster, OR, wait for me to catch up with your monstrously long strides!’

                                                                            ‘YOU’RE LEAVING SOON.’   It’s not a question, but a statement - the words hang in the air like an unwelcome GUEST at what had been up until now a nice party. Time spent with friends before they all part, flying to their separate corners of the world, is important to her - and with close friends, like Charlie, she’d better make certain that this send-off is a damn good one. And it had been, the conversation meandering from fond MEMORIES of childish mistakes to secret adventures. The HOLIDAY of childhood is over now, and she must have caught wind of sadness of his imminent departure -- she had to ruin the nice night with melancholic contemplation. He should have seen the signs - she’d gone quiet - but she’d blurted out the obvious before he could redirect her.   ‘Romania -- sounds fun. COLD. But, eh, you’ll have fire-breathing dragons to keep you warm, yeah?’

                                                                A BUBBLE OF LAUGHTER slips past her lips before she can tame it - there’s a shake of her head, curls ( new today ) bouncing across her field of vision as she shifts her weight from right to left and settles into standing akimbo. She fixes him with a squint of playful INDIGNATION at the perceived taunt  ----   ‘Oi, watch it, Weasley. I don’t go around making fun of your freckles, do I?’