he pulled his face away from the other’s touch in a futile effort to get him off. carter let out a startled laugh at the list of everything bank was carrying in their bag. “who are you? mary poppins? how does all of that even fit in there?” carter asked, poking the bag in question experimentally. “you’re a wizard. a very impressive wizard.”
“i’m totally mary poppins-- this is actually nothing, i normally have a lot more but i’ve decided to not be so obsessive with it all.” they laughed softly, nodding. “i wish i was a wizard. the closest i got was pottermore and i gave up with that halfway through the first book-- apparently i’m hufflepuff.”











