Originally Posted by noodles

There were plenty of kids who looked his own age, Józsua thought.

And yet, for some reason unbeknownst to him, he was a magnet for first years..

Now of all the people in this hallway, even Józsua knew he didn't look like the most approachable person. Yet here they were.

Two of them..

He looked at the first. Conversing with younger kids wasn't really his forte, but as it was his first evening in a new school, he decided he would try and make an effort. “Yea... knock yourself out, kid.” He replied in his American-sounding-drawl.

What now? He wasn't entirely sure what kids talked about. “Congratulations on your sorting?” Supposed to be a statement, it came out as an uncertain question.

But sorting seemed very important around here so he decided that was a good way to go.


And then there was the other small boy.

Quite a dirty looking little boy at that with an abrupt attitude to match.

He wasn't from around here? Was it REALLY that obvious?

Józsua blinked and looked down at the younger boy. “No, I'm not from around here.” He replied, unable to help a small, slightly embarrassed, smile. The kid had said it loud enough for others to hear.

“How'd you know that?”

Józsua was genuinely curious. Perhaps the boy had heard his name called during the sorting. 'Józsua Istvan' wasn't exactly your common or garden British name..