He was almost disappointed to know that Fletcher wasn’t going to show him anything with his rainbow coloured magic. He tried his best not to show it.
“If you enjoy this lesson, you should ask your friend to join you again.” Fletcher said, right before they started.
The Baroness’ son cocked his head to the side. “Which one?”
“The surly older boy.”
“Golden?” He was never certain what to say about the boy called Golden. Though, despite saying he didn’t want to do anything with anyone, Golden did spend a great deal of time trailing along after them anyway. So he nodded. “Sure! You think he’d like this?”
Fletcher’s lips twitched upwards. “I have a funny feeling. But I will let you be the judge of that.”
Then Fletcher took the cover off of the solar system and he was utterly distracted from the thought of anything else.