“We should get back. The sun is starting to set, and I’d rather not piss off Fleur and miss out on my chance at family dinner,” he says with a cheeky grin.
I roll my eyes and push up off the ground, taking a glance around the forest. The birds are chirping again, animals scurrying once more. It’s odd that it was so still and silent earlier and now it’s as if the forest has come back to life.
“Come on then. Let’s get back before Fleur locks us out and leaves us to be stolen by faeries,” I joke as I dump my books and the candle stumps back into my basket.
Tom snorts. “She would never do that.”
“We’ll just have to see about that then. Last one back has to wash the dishes?” I pitch with a smirk.
“Oh, you’re on,” Tom says before he takes off at a dead sprint.
I’m cackling as I take off behind, making every attempt to catch up but knowing I never will.
