Han stretched up, letting his arm fall off Luke’s shoulders, only to come up and ruffle the kid’s fluffy hair.
“Ouch, you wound me.”
Yet Han’s grin showed he new Luke was only joking with him. He eyed Luke’s plate hungrily, taking it upon himself to plop himself on the seat next to Luke.
“So,” he started, using his fork to spear into one of Luke’s pancakes, taking a bite of it. “What classes y’taking this year.”
Luke huffed softly, watching as his captive pancake was eaten by his best friend. He pushed an empty plate towards the other, raising an eyebrow at him.
“All of the core classes along with divination, care of magical creatures, and apparition. What about you?”
As he waited for the other’s answer, he started stacking food onto his plate. It was like Han couldn’t take care of himself.
