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Nancy stopped right at the stairs still contemplating over what to do now. Biting her lip Nancy started to twirl a strand of her dark-blonde hair around her finger while going through all the possibilities of where to go next in her head. Back to Common Room? No. Walking past the try-outs' announcement was definitely going to freak her out right and there, so no. Maybe she should go find Mariel, she hadn't talked to the girl since Diag-
That was the moment Nancy heard someone shouting after her causing her to whirl around to find herself face to face with Hugo. Looking up at him the 13-year-old cocked her head slightly to the side while listening to his apologies. A smirk was tugging at the corner of her lips as she nodded in agreement and said mischievous twinkle in her eyes, "Yes, you were." Then after a moment of just watching Hugo with her eyebrows raised she added with a small smile, "It's okay, though." She wasn't about to make a grand fuzz about the whole thing.
Hugo, being a fifteen year old with the tendancy to flirt, was trying desperately to avert his eyes from the pretty third year, whose sparkly eyes were making him feel uneasy. He was not to fratinize with the younger years, especially those who were looking at him with such an intimate gaze that a tingle shot up his spine. Oh no. Flirty girl alert, flirty girl alert! They freaked him out
so much. HE was allowed to flirt, but when a girl flirted with HIM, it began to make him feel...weird. He smiled at her awkwardly, nodding as she accepted his apology.
"Good. I know I seemed like a jerk but really...I'm not. You could say I haven't had the greatest start to the term," Hugo chuckled lightly, winking at her in a friendly manner.
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It was too hard to be mad at Hugo for what he had just spatted out to them. He was just frustrated with these suits of armor. Trey's perception of him grew in a good way as he chased after Nancy to apologize. He followed Hugo up to where Nancy was and waited patiently for them to finish their conversation. "So, first of all, my name is Trey," he said to him extending his hand out. Hopefully the frustration wouldn't be too much to not make a new friend here. "Tell me about these suits of armor. I'm rather intrigued to know why they are doing, whatever they are doing to you," he said.
When he heard footsteps approaching, he turned to see the boy who'd first inquired why he'd been lying on the floor. The corners of his mouth lifted as the Slytherin stuck out his hand, and Hugo swung his own hand up to shake it. "Nice to meet you Trey. I'm Hugo Jermaine Woods, and I'm terribly sorry for my rudeness back there," he apologised, a sheepish smile flickering across his lips. Ah. He was asking about the suits of armor. "Weeeell. It's kind of a long story..." He admitted with a shrug.
"Basically...the suits of armor hate me. And you know they're enchanted, just like the portaits? Well. They've got it in for me, and that one," he jerked his thumb towards the culprit who'd sent him flying, "tripped me over!"