The Things One Hears These Days

"Oh, I don't know," Apollo shrugged, leaning back into the couch as a contemplative expression worked its way onto his face. "Quidditch? Chess? Class? I don't bloody care. Just, anything else."

Merely to be annoying, Naomi turned in her spot on the couch, lifting her legs into the air to settle them across Apollo's knees. He shot her an unamused glare, but left her alone for now.

"Hogsmeade weekend has been a popular topic," Naomi offered, glancing conspiratorially at Aleksa. "Are you going this time?"

He shrugged, but it turned into a nod. All the better for Naomi, as she knew that would make Aleksa all sorts of excited. Perhaps she and Gretel would have something interesting to watch. "I've got errands to run," he claimed, interrupting her plotting. "I figure it'll be nice to eat somewhere besides the Great Hall for once."

Apollo glanced between the pair of them. "You two going?"