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What?! "Reyn? What's a Reyn?" he frowned, it was the first time in his short life that he's heard such word. Was it a person, a place, an object?
Why were transitions so awfully awkward? Maybe they'll stop being awkward as he gets older? Non sense! He was fourteen already, it shouldn't be that difficult to go from fast-paced to slow-paced music, right?
He tried his best, though, as not to let Ellie see the uneasiness with which he was sort of slowing down...and then it hit him. Fletcher's costume party. Kingsley. Aha! Treyen came to a full stop and did a little bow as he took Ellie's hand again and got a bit closer than before. He found leading was better when slow music was on. "This is all done in character, Kingsley would do the same, right?" though, perhaps not as exaggerated as he had.
Then he frowned again, "You can't have three teams, only one" and what did all of those had in common?! "You should choose the Arrows" he said, with a small wink, like those he'd seen that Durmstranger make when at the Hufflepuff table.
The food! That was probably going to be the greatest, no? Treyen was practically beaming right now, "Pizza, I know! But, wait, it's gelato, no? Instead of ice cream..." though, it was pretty much the same to him.
Ellie blinked at him for a moment.
"Reynolds! Reyn!" 'Least that's what she called him.. in her head. She'd been meaning to try it out loud. But in his office first, rather than in a room full of people like in class.
She was very confused when he bowed at her. But then she laughed when she understood.
"I'd say that that was quite Kingsley-like." She nodded. Giggle. And she accepted the closer-stance.
"I can't?" She pouted.
"But I wouldn't be able to choose." Harpies were all 'girl-power!', Arrows were just a good team, and Portree had pretty robes. It's too tough of a decision to make.
Yum. Pizza.
"Oh right. I knew it was a funny name. But it's like ice cream, right?" Gelato. Hmm.