-godmods approved-
Casper moved on to his next pod, burying it carefully as he listened to Lysander talk. He chuckled as the boy talked about his blast ended skrewt. He was a bit surprised as Lysander talked about helping one of the Professors. The boy really went all out, didn't he? Prefect, Quidditch captain, king of flowers, Professor's helper. Cas felt a bit outmatched, but tried not to show it.
He considered the boys words about an epic fantasy of the gardens, he could probably whip something like that up, he could give it to Lysander as a present later. Before Casper could consider it too hard, however, Lysander cried out and there was a muffled pop! Casper looked up, startled, and couldn't help but giggle at the sight of Lysander covered in flowers and dirt. "Oh my gosh," Casper scrambled for his sketchpad. "Don't you dare move," he ordered, sitting down cross-legged in front of Lysander quickly. His pencil flew, his eyes darting back and forth between the other boy and his drawing.
It only took Casper a few minutes to sketch out a rough draft that he could work on finishing without the reference of Lysander sitting in front of him. He chuckled, scooting closer and brushing dirt and flowers off of the boys shoulders and out of his hair. "You make quite the picture, your majesty," He teased, shifting to sit beside the boy and showing him the sketchpad.
It was then that he realized how close he had gotten to Lysander in all the chaos. Casper's cheeks flushed crimson, his heart raced, his breath caught. Why did the air suddenly feel different? Without thinking, Cas reached up and brushed a bit of dirt from Lysander's cheek. His eyes drifted to the boys lips.
Snapping back to himself, Casper fell back, landing hard on his rear. He cleared his throat and crawled a bit away, taking the sketchpad in hand again. "Sorry, your majesty," He smiled shyly, trying to recover. "You're left on your own to plant these. I have a moment to capture," He teased playfully, hoping it wasn't obvious how flustered he felt as he turned his attention back to the sketch, thinking he might be able to finish it. He summoned his bag over, pulling out several of his paints and laying them around him.