Noah, realizing that he'd already rolled his eyes once at the sight of his brother, managed to control himself a second time and simply joined the two, eying Terry carefully on top of Martin's shoulders. His scrutinizing expression wasn't because he was scared Martin would drop the baby, it was more of why on earth Terry enjoyed being tossed around like a fool. Okay, so it wasn't like Noah didn't play those games sometimes with Terry, it was just that he would rather read the boy an educational book, or have him listen to recordings of the alphabet and numbers.
...okay, he was a Ravenclaw, he had to get this education business started early!
"You stink," Noah pointed out, his nose scrunching as he got a full whiff of what must be Scent de Puddlemere. Terry didn't seem to mind as he clung to Martin's head, and Noah reached up to fix the boy's shoe. That was one thing he hadn't quite mastered yet; Terry's clothes were always either too small or too big. Really, kids clothing should come with easier to read instructions.
"Is Puddlemere seeking revenge from this year's loss?" Noah said, holding back a smirk. He was a Puddlemere supporter, of course, but he could never refrain from teasing his brother (especially when Martin had Terry--that meant less arms for Noah to get hit with).
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