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[never_promised]

The conversation with Teja has had at least one outcome worth noting: Harry's remembered his fondness for football. He's scrounged up a ball from the gym, and has been kicking it up and down the hallways all day.

Probably making a nuisance of himself, in fact.

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[livinginmyglass]

"I-- 'tis passing cold." And her body, finally deciding to toe the party line here, obliges with a well-timed shiver. She folds her arms over her chest. "I shall go in. With a cold I should be fair poor company!" Ha ha! We're joking and everything is totally fine, right?!

[never_promised]

"'Tis dangerous to catch a cold--near as mortal as to take a bit of snow just by thine ear, a perilous thing, surely fatal to one so young."

He sketches a little bow, looking--well, faintly rueful. "If it please you, I will to the stable, to see to my horse."

[livinginmyglass]

Viola nods, then hastily returns the bow.

"Well-- well! I-- we-- well!"

That was a sentence, right?

Yeah, she's gonna start to go.

[never_promised]

"'Tis well, 'tis very well."

He watches her, just a little moment longer, before scooping his football and heading into the privacy of the stable, where he can--collect his thoughts.