Kirley's hand slid from where he was holding Oliver's wrist to tangle his fingers with the Keeper's instead. His eyes showed recognition as Nimbus spoke of being pissed off that morning. K certainly knew what that felt like. He glanced around, suddenly realising how far he'd walked and how much the sunlight had faded. It was almost twilight, he'd need to head back soon.
'Oh.. the fucking Prophet.' He kicked at a stone, sending it into the river with a final sounding splash. 'I was so angry and O's been locked in his room all day hammering at the drums.' His hands flew to his hair and he twisted black strands through his fingers, a clear sign of anxiety from the guitarist. 'I just-'
He flopped down onto the bank, sitting on the grass and hugging his knees. 'I didn't know what to say to him. He's Muggleborn, you know? They're banning same sex marriages because of a decline in magical babies, but they're ignoring all the capable, brilliant witches and wizards born into muggle society.' He looked up at Oliver out of wide green eyes. 'It's fucking ridiculous.'
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