"Good," Arran said, smiling across at her. "That's probably a skill I'm more likely to use." It helped that Hermione seemed perfectly happy to do exactly the same kind of bizarre shit that Arran liked best. Making friends with her hadn't actually been any kind of effort, as far as Arran was concerned. And it came with excellent rewards, like pancakes and waffles and advice. "After all," he said, snorting, "I can't imagine Wonder Woman would have time to listen to me bang on about Roger."
Absorbed in giving Hermione a mock bow in response to her compliment, Arran missed the ball and had to sheepishly jog off to collect it from the corner it had rolled into. "Shame," he said, with a smirk. "Do you know what you'll wear instead?" Arran was trying to think what he could dress as - preferably something he could buy ready-made, because he had neither time nor inclination to make a costume. "Maybe I'll go as Zorro," he thought. All he'd need would be black clothes, a hat and a mask. "Sure," he agreed. "As long as I don't have a match."