“I’d love to meet her. Soon, yea? And good, I’m glad I’m second,” Charity laughed. “I would have been very upset if someone else had supplanted me. Considering I DID just wash your dirty underwear for a week and a half, thank you very much.” She grinned at him and then giggled. “My mum and your mum will be best friends before we even know it. It’s been my secret plan all along.”
“Sure but then you have to go through the trouble of fixing it,” Charity laughed, knowing she was only teasing. She didn’t care how much food he got on his robes; she didn’t care if he ripped a giant hole in his shirt with his fork. Timothy was HERE. He was sitting in front of her, and he was smiling and joking and laughing, and that was all that mattered. “I’m always up in arms,” Charity said. “I just, occasionally, tone it down a bit.” She giggled as he spoke and finished the last of her breakfast as well and titled her head. “I feel like the squid’s not hungry. I could help you unpack and then I’ve found a nice spot near the forrest that’s great for lunch picnics if we last that long.”
“Soon, I promise. She wants to meet you so bad that I’m TERRIFIED of the trouble you’ll get up to.” Timothy turned beet red at her comment, but still managed to let out a laugh. “Oh shush, you. You know I’m grateful from my nose to my toes.” He could only imagine the nonsense their mothers would stir up when they met. “Scratch that - the trouble that our MOTHERS would get up to scares me more.”
“Fair enough.” He shrugged, finishing up his breakfast. He looked up at the ceiling of the Great Hall, a smile tugging at his lips. “Good thing the squid’s not hungry - or else I’d miss this view,” he said, gesturing up at the vast image of the sky that lingered above them ( and letting his gaze flicker briefly over to Charity, the other view he’d miss ). “Let’s unpack, then. If we don’t last that long we can always take a nap or something.”
