[ His hand comes out to snatch back the pheasant before the irritable birthday boy can make his escape, laughing the entire time. ]

Sit back down, I’m pretty sure the pheasant isn’t going to appreciate you properly even if you do steal him away to your bottomless cave of books.

[ Grinning, he leans back in his chair for a moment and taps a fingertip against his chin. ] Am I, though? Aren’t you from a couple years ahead of me? Are you sure you didn’t sneak past me?