 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
Tom was lost. Staring at the tree like only he and it existed. It's swaying branches were hypnotic and he was totally unaware that he may be standing just a little bit close. He'd sort of achieved his goal of escapism.
It wasn't until he heard a voice behind him and he jumped out his trance. He turned to look behind him, finding himself smiling at the girl. He liked Gwenyth. Had a lot of time for the girl. She wasn't judgemental in any way, and she seemed a kind, gentle soul. He would never say it to her, but now that he understood the houses more, he didn't get why she was a Slytherin. She had a hippy huffie vibe going on.
“It really blaady weird.” He replied, turning back to look at the tree. “Betcha wouldn't wannah 'ug this one.” A cheeky smile curled up the thirteen year old's lips and he looked back at Gwen. “Ain' see yer since that dance class. You been alrigh'?”
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