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It took a few moments for Eli to let his guard down enough for him to relax back in his seat where he began picking at the polish he had haphazardly slapped over his cuticles, irritated at himself for not doing such a great job at it as he did at most other things he put his mind to. It shouldn’t have been automatically assumed that he would be able to maintain the compartment to himself for the entire journey and yet the second that a knock came upon the door, he was disappointed all the same.
The poor first year would be utterly mistaken in his thoughts that his newfound creative expressionism would make him receptive to company. The evidence of his annoyance that an eleven year old dared filled the room with his chirpiness was plastered on his face as he peered through that messy fringe at the naive party. “I suppose” he grumbled a response somewhat in the affirmative.
See? P r o g r e s s.
He wasn’t all that bad, just a little rough around the edges. And at least this boy was on his own and not accompanied by a band of screaming banshees. If he thought that Elias would offer him a smile back or some sage advice on how incredible his life at Hogwarts was then he had another thing coming. Any advice coming out of the third year's mouth was more likely to be about keeping yourself, your knowledge and your personal life firmly to yourself in case it ever be used against you.
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