 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
“Evening, Kennedy.” Dhruv chuckled as his colleague dived right into answering the question. There was further chuckling as Kennedy and Ean expanded a bit on the fifty stone response. Surely there was no right or wrong answer? Dhruv was feeling quite confident in their answer right up until Celeste spoke up. They leaned forward slightly to get a better view of her. “I beg your pardon?” they asked, a slight frown crinkling the caramel brown skin of their forehead. They were confused and it was written as clear as day on their face.
Just enough to break the ice.
They pondered as they sat back. It dawned upon them seconds later and they inclined their head towards Winterbottom. “Is this one of your dad jokes? Because for the life of me! I can never figure them out.” But now, they were actually laughing quietly, even if they felt silly. It was true. Dhruv was so bad with picking up on the other man’s dad jokes and had fallen victim to said jokes a few times already. This might become a running gag for him as long as Winterbottom remained at Hogwarts.
Leave it to Celeste to figure it out though. It must be an old people thing. |