Connor rushed over to the window after he regained his bearings, looking over the ledge to see if he could spot the knife and carving, hoping to all that is good in the world that neither struck anyone.
The boy riding the broom was holding the almost rabbit in his hands. Connor waved, trying to get his attention, “‘Ey! While you’re at it, would ya’ mind gettin’ my whittlin’ knife, too?”
Tiran edges closer to the window with an arched brow, his expression a hard-to-read smirk. Could be annoyed, could be amused. Could be just a smirk. “Here ya go guy.” Tiran tosses the carving to Connor and heads down in a much safer manner.
Once down, he’d look around at the gathered students, most eyes on him, except for the higher years who were used to Tiran’s near habitual stunts. “Anyone find a knife?” he searched the crowd.
A blonde girl popped up and handed Tiran the knife. The blade was bent and grip had a nice crack along the edge of it, a few chips missing here and there. “Here you go Tir! Also when’re you gonna make your next run to Honeydukes? Our whole house is dry!” she huffed.
"I didn’t know Hufflepuff had s’many sweet tooths. I’ll try and make it soon Diana. Thanks for gettin’ the knife!" he nodded and headed back up, handing the knife to Connor.
"Looks like yer knife took a nasty spill. But, coulda’ been worse. Coulda’ been you. Careful now guy! " Tiran gave a more genuine smile this time.
He blinked as he was being examined by the freckled, red-haired boy, set somewhat aback by his demeanor. When he floated back down, Connor hurried to the window, looking back after him, curious. Something about him caught Connor’s attention. He observed as he saw the boy speaking with other students on the ground level. He couldn’t catch the conversation, but the tone of his voice was much…friendlier.
Upon his ascent, Connor rushed away from the window. He hope the other boy didn’t catch him staring - that would have been embarrassing. He started blushing thinking about it. By the time Tiran was back at the window, Connor has managed to pull his embarrassment from the front of his mind…until he spoke again in that friendly tone. He coughed, accepting the damaged knife and looking it over with a bit of a frown, “It’s alright, I ‘ave another. Jus’ wasn’ as good as this was.” He offered a hand - probably too excitedly - to Tiran, “Th-th’ name’s Connor, by the by. An’…thank ye’. Fer gettin’ it. THEM. Ye’ didn’ have ta’.” He attempted to avoid eye contact as much as possible.
