 be curious, not judgmental
Fox was here, queer, and full of unabashed cheer. This was THE most important extracurricular type of meeting he'd had this year – the beginning stages of planning for a dance were crucial. The foundations they'd inevitably set today would decide how cool or uncool the dance would be, and Fox wasn't going to miss the opportunity to have his say in things.
Kazmi got a beaming smile and sharp wave upon entering - surely he knew how exciting this was - before the Hufflepuff's attention was taken by his fellow sixth years (Cailyn, Ash, Kinsay), enthusiastically greeting each one in whichever way was historically most likely to get a smile out of each of them (i.e, a high-five, finger guns, a good-natured ruffle of their hair). He ended up sitting beside Cailyn and scooting close, an arm cozily slumped over her shoulders as he joked, "Reckon we'll even get to have this dance, considering how things always seem to go wrong around here?" |