 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
Whereas Gilly was dreading the Feast because of the lack of a book in her possession, Ary was sort of dreading it because as much as he was looking forward to The Sorting, he was anxious to head up to his dorm. Why? Because he wasn’t feeling rather social; he was in need of quiet moments. That was why he had slipped away from his friends after disembarking the Express. Gilly’s presence was welcomed because he was just about the only close person in his life that appreciated silence as much as he did. “Hi, Gills! Actually, I was the one who got away from everyone.” The guy grinned sheepishly. “Wanted some alone time before I got stuck in a Hall full of noisy people.” But enough about him. “Where’s your book?”
It sure seemed that Aryan was the only one that had grown over the summer. “Hi, Natasha. Ready to take on third year?” And there came the first happy-go-lucky-bouncy bestie of his. “Hi, Bry.” He gave her a bright smile, hoping it would win her over and not make her question why he had disappeared earlier. “Oh, yeah,” Ary said, snapping up the topic to further distract Bry. “Herbology.” Of course, he already knew who had taken over as Groundskeeper since he had been over at Jan's place during the summer; there had been two certain professors enjoying the holiday there too. “Hope they’re not too strict.” The third year lapsed into silence again. Talking seemed extra exhausting this evening.
Then just like that, he was being nudged rather viciously. His eyes trailed to Bry then in the direction of her pointing. It took him a while to fully understand what he was seeing but his brain eventually caught up. “Is that a new fashion thing?” Ary didn’t know and he didn’t really care. This was rather the wrong time for a craving for silence to come over him. With the aim of improving his mood, he dipped into a pocket to retrieve a paperclip. He’d focus on creating something for now.
Naturally, there were firsties and transfer students joining the Slytherin table after being Sorted into the House. However, Ary was too antisocial intent on his paperclip crafting that he barely spared Sydney a smile and a few words. “Hi, I’m Ary.” Sorry, Sydney! Maybe tomorrow he’d be in a better mood for conversing. |