It may have been quick, but Agrimony saw it. The same fire in Foxwood’s eyes that match the fire currently coursing through his veins. Agrimony smirked again as he watched him try and come up with a rebuttal. The Ravenclaw might seem rigid and proper all the time but something told Agrimony that there was more to it, though his retort left a bit to be desired.
He arched an eyebrow. “A prince?” He leaned in close, another smile curling at his lips. “Why Foxwood, you couldn’t have called me a nicer name.” He only vaguely recalled the muggle story that Foxwood was referring to, but he latched onto it all the same. “Are you sure you’re not the one who wants to try?”
He arched an eyebrow. “A prince?” He leaned in close, another smile curling at his lips. “Why Foxwood, you couldn’t have called me a nicer name.” He only vaguely recalled the muggle story that Foxwood was referring to, but he latched onto it all the same. “Are you sure you’re not the one who wants to try?”
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