Originally Posted by Lockhartian

Oh.

She was biting her lip again...that...couldn't be good. It was her question that sort of surprised him, though. He didn't get it. "Yes...," he said, tentatively, as if he was afraid he'd made an even BIGGER mistake, this kind of reminded him of how he acted around Neptune, except...he was smarter around Queen Bott, "...it's for you."

Eyes were on her, no doubt.

And...he was so going to assume she didn't want it if she didn't take it soon enough, unless she was still mad at him for not greeting her?

But her words were failing her, and he became even more worried about it. The Prefect eyed Ivy for a moment, as if to ask if he'd done something wrong, but the only one who could answer him was Ellie. Really.

"You...what?" he said, softly, "Are you alright?" he only hoped he wasn't the one to blame.

And he was about to ask if she liked her gift or if he should...like...sell it or something when the other voice spoke up.



Mmmmhmmm. He sooo wanted to say 'State your business', but there was no reason for Treyen to be that rude, not that he'll ever say such a thing.

But...he knew his name.

Blink.

Treyen froze at his next words. The fifth year actually felt like he was a firstie again, talking to a boy about planes and whatnot and comparing him to Harry Potter anytime he could.

THE Tiberius?!

He opened his mouth, but failed to say something. He just kept on blinking.

Tiberius. The most unusual name he's ever heard. How could Treyen NOT remember him?! His whole face lit up with one of those blinding Gilderoy-like smiles and he stood up..."Tiberius!"...mind you, he was standing ON the bench, and pretty much gave the tall boy a tight hug.

It was manly enough, okay?

"You never wrote," that was the first thing he thought of saying, after he'd loosened the grip on the boy. Blink. "But that...doesn't matter, you're here now!" he smiled, though, not as wide as before.