'Boy troubles'
Do you know where Alastor is, by the way?" I press curiously, my mind still half buzzing from the kiss as I glance around the corridor as if hoping to see him in one of the passing faces or dancing in the shadows that the candles cast upon the walls. But no such luck. Tarquin, however, merely shrugs.
"'Said he wanted to have a look at the castle for himself after I showed him the basics. The boy has a good sense of navigation, he will find his way back. He knows where his quarters are, at least. Plus," Tarquin adds with a cheeky grin, nudging me brazenly in the ribs with his elbow. "Sooner or later he will get hungry. If he doesn't turn up to his room by night time fall the least we can expect is for him to be in the dining hall by morning."