[What's that, you say? Second years aren't supposed to be in Hogsmeade, you say? They're too young, you say?
Good thing Frisk knows more than a few shortcuts that get them into the places they're not technically supposed to be at. But they know Rafe, thanks to Quidditch, and they doubt he's the sort to rat them out.
This absurd child bumps an elbow into his hip amiably in a way that's probably meat to be a playful ribbing, if they could gracefully reach his ribs with their elbow. Which they evidently cannot.]
here comes a little shit
Good thing Frisk knows more than a few shortcuts that get them into the places they're not technically supposed to be at. But they know Rafe, thanks to Quidditch, and they doubt he's the sort to rat them out.
This absurd child bumps an elbow into his hip amiably in a way that's probably meat to be a playful ribbing, if they could gracefully reach his ribs with their elbow. Which they evidently cannot.]
What? Too adventurous for your refined palette?