Dora called him brilliant.

It hadn't been the first time that someone had called him brilliant but Mason wasn't used to it. Of course, a small grin had appeared on his face the moment she said it but he shook his head to stay modest. "You're better in a lot of things than i am" he said. Why couldn't she see the reason why the Book of Merlin had chosen her? If he was brilliant, she was far better and he secretly wished he wasn't to duel this girl at some point. It was difficult to explain why someone deserved something when they didn't even know why themselves so the Ravenclaw leaned his head against the wall behind him and......froze when Dora placed her head on his shoulder.

He fidgeted uncomfortably with his sleeve and thought about anything BUT her head on his shoulder. She didn't hear his heart beating right? It wasn't that he was in love but...close contact made him uncomfortable and he usually wanted some space between him and someone else.

Slowly raising a finger, Mason wanted to poke the side of Dora's head to push her away when she suddenly jerked back upright. Getting startled but pretended he hadn't, the seventh year looked over to the girl that Dora chided and sighed. Ilvermorny , of course. Was no place safe? But eventhough he wasn't very fond of the visitors as well, he didn't scold others for simply being amazed. Or whatever it was the girl (Irene) had woah'd about."Please don't start a conflict" he whispered to Dora. They were competitors in the IMPS, he didn't want her to be disqualified for rude behaviour towards the guests.

Luckily, the Gryffindor Prefect chose that time to walk around the corner and leaned against the wall where Irene was standing. Good, distraction.