No, Ethan did not get the reference, but he laughed anyway. "Origami," he repeated, eyebrows lifting in surprise. He held up his hands and looked at his fingers, trying to imagine them delicately folding tiny piece of paper. "We could try, but I think might just end up ripping everything." Merle had long, thin fingers that would be perfect for origami and the blond would like to watch. He wanted to see his friend's face twisted up in complete concentration, to see his nose scrunched slightly, tongue possibly sticking out. It would be adorable.
"My mother made me take piano lessons as well," he smiled. "I haven't played in years, though. Maybe we can play together." If nothing else, he'd be sitting close to the Hufflepuff, hands lightly brushing as they shared the keys of the piano. He should really stop romanticizing. everything, though. If this thing didn't work out, it could become awkward between them and they wouldn't be able to hang out like they have been.
And Ethan wasn't too good at chess, but he was decent enough to teach Merle the basics. As smart and careful as Merle was, he would be good at chess and would probably beat Ethan more often than not. "Cooking," he suddenly said. "I'd like to try cooking." They turned the corner and headed toward the Hufflepuff common room, much to the blond's disappointment.
His heart was racing, hands shaking lightly. Merle was walking close, too close to be just friendly. From the corner of his eye, he watched his friend, admired his beauty, especially his lips. He wanted to kiss them, to taste them. "Think we'd be able to sneak down into the kitchen to try?"