
((What is it?))
Justice smiled to himself, and returned to his work.

He wrote something on it, and sent it back to her.

((Yep! Justice is scared of birds.))
"Oh." He nods, understanding. He unfolds it.

He nearly jumps out of his skin. "Merlin's beard—!"

((The next day, they're in History of Magic, and Justice is doodling ...))

"I don't know, you're full of surprises." He smiled.
((Time skip?))

((Hey, I wanted to let you know that I'll be online less in July. Hope you're well. :))

"That doesn't make you a bad owner; of course you wanted nothing to do with her broom, I probably wouldn't, either. But you took a leap when you rode it today, and it trusts you. Maybe it misses her, too."

"Why would you think that?"

"Hmm, maybe yours recognizes that you're her niece."

"What, your broom saving your life? Not usually,"

"Goodnight, Woods!" He turned back to Rosalind, gesturing to the doors. "After you."

"Figures. Can I walk you to your common room?"

Justice gave her a knowing smile. "You're tired."

Uh-oh, time for a save. He walked to them. "Do you guys want to do homework together?"