“Not a clutz.”
“The evidence suggests otherwise,” Greg chuckled as he helped a limping Mycroft over to one of the free sofas.
“It’s your fault,” Mycroft huffed, kicking off his shoes to inspect his reddened big toe.
Greg naturally took that as an invitation to do the same.
“Yes, of course. I put that step there,” he drawled, rolling his eyes as he flopped back against the overstuffed cushions of the amber sofa.
“You distracted me,” Mycroft huffed. “And why did you bring me here anyway? This isn’t my common room.”
“How was I supposed to know a genius could be so easily distracted?” Greg chuckled, before shrugging and replying, “And I figured it was one of the most padded places in the castle, and since you’ve developed this fondness for bouncing yourself off hard surfaces-“
“Oh for goodness sake,” Mycroft huffed, pulling himself up from the sofa and gathering his belongings. “You’re being unbearable.”
“I’m going back to my common room and finishing my Arithmancy assignment.”
“Code for ‘leave me alone whilst I sulk’,” Greg replied, tilting his head back to shoot the other boy and amused smirk before giving him the thumbs up. “Got it.”
Mycroft scoffed and shook his head.
“Unbelievable,” he muttered, before rounding the sofa to grab his shoes from where he had placed them at the foot of the sofa only to inadvertently whack his already tender toe against one of the wooden feet of the aforementioned piece of furniture.
“Did you just-“
“That has to be one of the few hard places in this entire bloody room!”
“Shut up, Gregory!” Mycroft growled through gritted teeth as he leaned back against the arm of the sofa and clutched his sore foot carefully.
Regrettably, by this point Greg was incapable of silence, even if he wanted to try for it, which he did not.
“Merlin’s beard you’re a clutz!” he laughed loudly.
“Oh do me quiet you horrid child.”