Owen inclined his head to her, accepting that she knew what was best for the creatures and how to go about procuring help for them. If she wanted his help, she knew now that she had it.
The floating procession of food captured Owen's attention as he listened to the Rivers’’ continued jesting.
Owen shot a glare at Aphrodite threatening, jokingly, to sabotage his team with homework. His face settled into a smug expression. He drummed his fingers along the edge of the table. “Well two can play at that. I have your Seeker in my class. Assign at your own risk.”
His eyes then bounced between Aphrodite and Julianna as she was identified as a Slytherin. He cocked his head, somewhat puzzled. “You're a Slytherin? But you're so…” He trailed off before he uttered the adjective that he was thinking of. Sweet. "Well Slytherins are, as a whole, a grumpy lot."
Holland observed the interactions with a pleasant smile. A flick of his wand set a carving knife into the chicken. “Please.” He said gesturing for his guests to begin serving themselves as they saw fit. Holland pecked his wife on the cheek before pulling out her chair for her and then taking his place.
"I think Owen is trying to say he likes you." Holland added as he sat down.
Owen had a spoon deep in a dish of potatoes froze and a pinkish tinge flushed over his cheeks. He stared hard at the potatoes as he spooned them onto his plate.
The floating procession of food captured Owen's attention as he listened to the Rivers’’ continued jesting.
Owen shot a glare at Aphrodite threatening, jokingly, to sabotage his team with homework. His face settled into a smug expression. He drummed his fingers along the edge of the table. “Well two can play at that. I have your Seeker in my class. Assign at your own risk.”
His eyes then bounced between Aphrodite and Julianna as she was identified as a Slytherin. He cocked his head, somewhat puzzled. “You're a Slytherin? But you're so…” He trailed off before he uttered the adjective that he was thinking of. Sweet. "Well Slytherins are, as a whole, a grumpy lot."
Holland observed the interactions with a pleasant smile. A flick of his wand set a carving knife into the chicken. “Please.” He said gesturing for his guests to begin serving themselves as they saw fit. Holland pecked his wife on the cheek before pulling out her chair for her and then taking his place.
"I think Owen is trying to say he likes you." Holland added as he sat down.
Owen had a spoon deep in a dish of potatoes froze and a pinkish tinge flushed over his cheeks. He stared hard at the potatoes as he spooned them onto his plate.
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