Lysander kept smiling and met her eyes. ”I told you I wouldn't. Not to you.”
He sighed, putting an appropriate distance between them, still smiling. ”Is there anything you would like to do today? I'm afraid I’ve been mostly nocturnal for so long I forgot what some people usually do during the day.”
”Me too. I have a very full library you're welcome to use. Do you have a favorite author?” He smiled.
He nodded, picking her up bridal style and walking over to the couch. ”She's a very good author. I have her entire series.”
”I’d have to say my favorite is Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.” Lysander gently placed her down on the couch. ”Which of the Rowling books would you like me to get for you?”
He raised a brow with a playful smirk. ”All of them?”
He chuckled and walked off to grab them for her and Sherlock Holmes for him.
”Comfortable?” Lysander asked as he returned with the books.
Lysander chuckled as he set the seven books next to her. ”You’re going to have to open your eyes if you want to read any of these.” he teased, sitting in an armchair nearby.
He smiled at her about to open his book, when he had an idea for her’s. So he waited.
Lysander decided to wait for a few chapters to surprise her, reading from his own book occasionally glancing at her page numbers for a few chapters.
He waited until she got to the chapter on Diagon Alley before he cast an illusion over her clothes making them appear to be the wizarding robes of a first year.
He chuckled lightly at her expression. He didn't often get to use this just for fun. ”Which house do you think you’d be placed in?”
He blinked in slight confusion. ”Why do you say that one?” That was the last house he would have placed her in. She was brave and kind…
”Which are…?” He asked gently. ”I can easily see you in any of the other houses but that one is a challenge for me.”