“Yahoo Me” - Edgar
Edgar looked up, blinking owlishly as a bag thumped onto his desk. “What is all this?” he asked as he turned his attention to Artem standing with his arms crossed.
“I know you didn’t want to make a big deal about still passing your Apparator’s Exam, but I figured just-because snacks were totally on the table.”
“Literally apparently.” Despite himself, Edgar smiled. “You didn’t have to do this.”
“I know,” Artem said as he flopped into their other chair. “Pass me a chocolate frog.”













