Before Lucius could move a little closer, Luke let out a loud, exasperated laugh, doubting his eyes after the sight of the incredulous thing standing in front of him. It was almost as strange as seeing Andrew befriend squirrels, who were, as publicly known, his greatest foe.
"Ha! This has got to be Andrew pulling jokes on me. I swear I'll get him one of these days," he took a step back, shaking his head as he put his hand on his eyes. "Great one, I must admit, this one."
He continued to laugh, clapping his hands at the remarkable surprise. Any moment now, and he could give Andrew an award for the best joke of the century. "I mean, how can he find someone who looks so much like—like…" his smile quickly fell.
Seeing the grave expression on my face, even he knew that there was no use in trying to distort the reality. He then fell silent, now suddenly very interested in the cold marbled floor. Even Lucius didn't dare make a sound before his son did.
