Clyde is still a good distance from me, but he must have heard me because his head swivels in my direction. He straightens up, lifting his hand in greeting as I cover the distance between us.
"Who's this?" He grins down at Harry, who just frowns.
Surprised by my brother's unusual hostility, I nudge him, hissing, "Be polite."
He doesn't respond, and I add, "This is Harry, my younger brother. What are you doing here, Clyde?"
Clyde waves his hand at him, "Well, aren't you cute?"
"I'm eleven," Harry responds grumpily before looking up at me. "Can we go inside now?"
I'm still pondering over his response, but he's clearly in a bad mood, so I hand him the keys, "Here."
He throws one last glare Clyde's way before heading inside the building. Wondering why he was acting so strange, I cast on
