"look cyrus! i have something here perfect for the weather while we wait for the bus," adjusting his backpack so that it sits on his lap. fingers yank the zipper and begin to unravel a long length of neatly knitted grey yarn. a ridiculously long scarf. miguel proceeds to messily wrap it around the boy sitting beside him until it covers his neck and half his face. then the hufflepuff wraps it around himself with a proud and content grin. "this'll keep both of us warm!"
this was probably the closest cyrus would ever get to watching magic ( in a muggle sense ) occur before his eyes, because the scarf kept on going, and going… and going…… “it’s….. a bit LONG isn’t it?” way to state the obvious.
“us,” cyrus repeats, blankly blinking at miguel in astonishment until it dawns on him. “OH.” leave it up to mimi to keep him on his toes all the time. “yea, this is cute,” as he loops it around his neck, the warmth immediately impactful on contact. and then he tries to maneuver himself with mimi beside him carefully without strangling one another. “a good concept but a terrifying execution. come on, we can do it! we’re well coordinated,” their history of quidditch behind them… “ok um, uh,” the grey a tie between the two as cyrus tries to lead the way. “let’s go!”