He had started to rock back and forth on his heels, staring down at the ‘Welcome’ mat beneath his feet. For some reason, the sight of it made him a little sad, mainly because he imagined Liz throwing it down in front of her door in an attempt to make herself seem normal. He let out a nasal sigh, his hair actually draped across his forehead, much like he had when he was back in Hogwarts – shorter, yes, but he hadn’t bothered doing anything with it, since he had taken a shower just a short while before he had started talking with Liz through the journals, and didn’t waste the time after that to style before apparating to her new place.
Looking up when the door finally opened, his eyes met with the sparkling blues of his best friend, giving her a small, commiserative smile as he looked down at her slumped posture.
“You look terrible, Fortescue.”
He said, with all the love in his heart, his impish smile broadening to let her know he was just trying to get her to scowl at him, and maybe punch him in the arm like she used to. Really, if Graeme was insulting you to your face, he considered you a friend.
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