Louis' eyes widened in great amusement, and actual astonishment. His voice lowered to a whisper to match Saoirse's, "Slughorn will pee his pants.."
He couldn't keep the serious expression on his face for long, and let out a laugh at the thought. Professor Slughorn was someone Louis did trust and thought highly of, but the man did not know how to contain his ridiculous excitements. Louis dropped down into the seat beside Saoirse and put a hand to his chest.
"My Buddhist prayer beads need all the space they can get," Louis said with a sagely nod, picking up the drink at his table setting even though it most certainly did not belong to him. He downed it quickly, as his instincts to be a proper gentleman were rapidly slipping out the flaps of the tent. "They're a gift from the...the...the head monk."
The official title escaped him at the moment, but Louis still managed a look of smugness. He nodded at Saoirse over the rim of his glass, his eyes crinkling with the smile he couldn't hide.
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