Summary: Logan is a particularly good finder.


House


"Logan?"

The man in question grunted without looking away from the screen. Marie knew he was listening; multitasking was his real superpower.

"I've given it some thought, and I've come to a decision."

That garnered the man's full attention.

"You're a Hufflepuff," she declared.

"Whu? What the hell is a Hufflepuff?"

"Your Harry Potter House. You watched the movies with me last week. Remember?"

"Yeah, kid. So, why'm I a..."

"A Hufflepuff," Marie supplied.

"Yeah, that."

"Well, the Slytherins are cunning, the Gryffindors are brave, Ravenclaws are clever, and Hufflepuffs are patient, hard-working, and loyal."

Logan snorted. "Patient?"

"Yes, patient," she huffed. "Plus their house mascot is the badger, which is essentially a tiny wolverine."

One dark brow arched. Rogue forged on.

"And yellow is their house color. Probably more yellow and black, but yellow and blue works too."

Logan finally saw where she was going with this.

"Absolutely not."

Giving up all pretense, Marie begged. "But Looooogan! It's for a good cause! And it's not like anyone will see your face. Please?"

"I am not wearing yellow spandex."

Then, after a moment, he reconsidered with a speculative leer.

"Unless you do, too."