The hug did catch him by surprise but it was not unwelcomed. It was very natural the way she fit against him, the way he opened his arms to embrace her and hold her to his form where she fit like a puzzle piece. He didn't let her sit back so easily, however. Not when he caught a whiff of that shampoo.
Ungh, Stephen had such a thing for the scent it was borderline obsessive. Just as soon as she tried to sit up he sat up too and drew her back down against him. Then, a hand went to the top of her head and he slid his long fingers through her pretty hair as he pressed his nose to her temple.
"You do this on purpose, I swear," he muttered, breathing deep that thick scent of blueberry. Only after a good couple sniffs did he loosen his hold.
"Gryffindor, actually, though he might've been a claw.. he's gifted. I mean really gifted. Raw, you know? Kind of like your talent.. raw, uninhibited, though it looks like it bothers him to be as such. He's my new project, I want to help shape him, shape his talent like my Grandma Esther shaped mine."
Stephen sighed contently and tilted his chin back a bit, eyes closing. He could honestly lay like this forever, with his best, blueberry scented friend laying atop him, warming up his chest. His heart did a strange thing then, flip-flopped and he wrote it off as being excited about his news.
"I'm sure you'll come up with something, you always do."