Hallo, lovely evening isn't it dearies? What? It isn't? Oh.. Awkward..
I'm back again with another rather cute little shortie while I work on the next few chapters, so, yeah, enjoy :)
And thanks again to Rosalia, Starstar (and Cubby who I will try to include in the future at some point :D) and kriscrable for reviewing, and to cirrus I suppose the answer to that is that Luke would just be on his best (well, slightly better) behavior because the Professor was there :L
Thanks again, keep reading and reviewing :D ~nellen :3 xx


"Goodbye Professor, it was lovely to have you over!" Flora beamed, waving cheerfully from the doorway.
"Nice to see you again," Clive added from behind her, feeling a lot lot better than he had that morning.
"Lovely seeing you too, I believe it's my turn next isn't it Flora?" The Professor smiled, leaning carefully against the Laytonmobile's door.
"I believe it is," Flora laughed, "when are you next free?"
"How does the Saturday after next sound?"
"It sounds quite splendid," she nodded, pulling a face at Luke, already sitting in the back of the car making equally stupid faces at their exchange.
"Wonderful, well I suppose I will see you then," Layton returned her smile, climbing into the driver's side seat of the vehicle, "bye you two!"
"Goodbye Professor!"

Flora closed the door gently behind her, smiling warmly at Clive. "See, told you it would be fine."
"Ok, you win," he chuckled, mirroring her grin, "that wasn't nearly as bad as I imagined it being, the Professor hasn't changed at all."
"No, he hasn't has he?" Flora mused, skipping off to the sitting room. "Just Luke that has really. Little, irritating Luke."
"What even happened to him? He was such a nice kid, well, what I remember of him," Clive frowned, flopping onto the sofa beside his friend.
"He got picked when he first started high school, then just decided he had to grow up I guess. He just turned up one day looking and acting like that, and I guess we just had to accept it. He's still him though, underneath it all he's still sweet little Luke," there was a slightly sad tone to the girl's laughter, and Clive decided to try and be less hostile towards the boy, and maybe reform the old friendship that he had to admit he did sort of miss.
"I think I might take Bruno for a walk later on, if you wanted to come with me," she continued, changing mood as she changed the subject.
"Yeah," the boy nodded cheerfully, grateful to have been asked, "I'd like that."
"Good, well I better go get changed then," Flora grinned, jumping up from the chair, "I think his lead's in the cupboard next to the sink. Hint. Hint."
"I got it I got it," Clive laughed, shooing her away with his hands, "go get changed or whatever. I'll sort him out."
Flora paused in the doorway to flash him a heart-stopping smile, then darted off upstairs.
Clive was too busy staring at the spot she'd just left to notice Bruno amble into the room, having overheard and somehow understood their conversation. He curled up on the boy's feet, a loud sighing noise escaping his mouth. He huffed again as he was still ignored, then, after finally deciding there was no other choice, rewarded Clive's ignorance with a huge, sopping lick.
"Eurgh..." The boy groaned in disgust, "Bruno you oaf, what was that for?"
The dog gave him an irritated look, nudging his leg repeatedly until he eventually stood up.
"For God's sake, you're so pushy!" He sighed, although it was tinted with laughter. Bruno followed him to the kitchen, jumping up and down impatiently as he took longer than expected to find the lead.
"Look, I got it, now come here you."
Bruno shook his large fluffy head, and Clive made a noise in exasperation. "Please?" He sighed, rolling his eyes as the hound immediately strolled over and sat obediently beside him.
"I guess manners go along way for dogs too huh?" He asked, laughing again when Bruno dropped his head in what seemed to be a nod. "Well I'm very sorry for being so impolite," he said, slipping the collar over his head and clipping the lead through the loop. He held out his hand for the dog's paw and shook it lightly, ruffling his fur and growling playfully at his fluffy friend. He knew that if anyone were to see him he would look quite mad, but he was well beyond the point of caring.

What he didn't know, was that someone did see him.
Watching silently from the doorway, Flora couldn't help but smile.