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"....Since the trip to Greece!" the Slytherin lad laughed as he tapped at the table eyeing one of the elves, with one of them nodding immediately to prepare his meal. Yeah they sure remembered who he was and the mess they had to clean up after him. Turning back to the Lion Prefect and the Arithmancy Professor he continued "Yeah Greece was awesome... The US was... meh... " he waved his hand disappointedly, not really wanting to remember the sour note on how his otherwise awesome summer ended. "So yeah always happier when I'm here in Hogwarts. That boat of yours though-- that was sweet! Been trying to figure out if mom owns anything like that-- uh whats it called again?..." he asked then trailed off. There was something about Patroclus today that wasnt quite the same guy when they waved goodbye at Santorini "Hows your boat now dude?"
"A Yacht?" Patroclus supplied to his friend, before taking a piece of celery and placing it in his mouth, a mouth that was so dry that he couldn't even appreciate the crisipness of the vegetable.
"The Boat is great," he lied, he had no idea how the boat was so, so it was really a lie, it could for all he knew be in a great condition, or it could be at the bottom of the Caspian Sea, or a smoking ruin in some far off harbour........his head began to explode once again with the grim possibilities that had plagued him for days now.....
"So the US was a bit of a dud?" he tried to smile, simulateneously trying to distract himself.
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PhoenixRising Even talking to his Snake-friend, the Perfect Prefect seemed to be somewhere off. Having studied people for most of her life, she was fully aware when someone was there solely physically or wholly there. And Patroclus Hudson was definitely one of those whose mind was far off.
But she also wasn't one to pry, terribly much, at least. "Everything in the kitchen is fine, you mean," she clarified, offering him one of her best comfort smiles. In Patroclus' head, she knew otherwise. That much was clear to her, even if she was no mind-reader.
Patroclus had an inkling that Hadley was watching him a little harder than usual, and he had to hope that he was playing his part well; the Perfect Prefect who was always calm, cool and collected, but who really right now was losing it, who needed to see his parents hand writing, hear there voice, see their faces...
"The Kitchen," he smiled,
"Of courses it's fine, its wonderful, spotless as usual, why wouldn't it be?" he grinned a little to sweetly at the Arithmancy Professor