One of you. Soap with me.
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Thread Topic: One of you. Soap with me.
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Milo sat down, staring out at the crowd for a moment before the oversized hat was dropped on his head. It slid down to his eyebrows and his vision was blocked out by the brim. He sat nervously for a while, staring down at his shoes as the silent room magnified every sound. He jumped as the hat finally spoke, announcing in its loud voice that the newcomer was placed in Slytherin. He whisked the hat off of his head and set it back down, then glanced around. He assumed that the table clapping halfheartedly was his, so he walked over with a brisk, uncomfortable pace and sat down at the closest free spot.
The headmaster stood and gave a few welcoming words to the new student, who tried to hide himself from view, then gestured for everyone to start the meal. Suddenly, food appeared on every tray and plate and in every bowl. Maybe a dinner like this one was enough to spark conversation. -
Naturally, the newcomer was seated next to Vincent. After all, the seats on either sides of him were unfilled- As most people avoided him. Whether by accident or on purpose- Vincent hadn't a clue. He glanced over to the new student, managing a small, warm smile. "H-hi. I'm Vincent. Who are you?" He asked, tilting his head. Vincent couldn't help but wonder if the new student had one of those funny accents that the USA was known in Europe for having. Of course, Vincent realized they had an accent to them. But that was quite unimportant. The dark haired boy began to serve himself with food, trying not to eat too much, as he was very conscious about his body. He had a low self esteem as it was- Which was hard enough on Vincent.
After he was served, he stared blankly at the food, his arms laying in his lap awkwardly. The bony limbs truly showed his spider-like concept, his wrists dangling below his knees. He knew that there was likely something wrong that his armspan was slightly longer than his height, but no one seemed to pay much mind to it. After all, muggle information and health was worth almost nothing in the wizarding world. That's what magic was for, right? He sighed to himself at the thoughts, quietly. -
"Milo. I'm from a school in Salem. Or, I was. Guess I need to change how I say that, now? Nice to meet you, Vincent," he said, the words suddenly flowing from his mouth a bit too easily. Anxiety did that to him, though. He started piling food onto his plate. The boy had forgotten to eat lunch on the way and, as a result, was now very hungry. He grabbed his fork and took a bite, taking in the other's appearance curiously.
He glanced down the table, catching a few people staring at him as he did so. Their expressions were amused, mocking, disappointed, or a mix of the three, something that sort of rubbed him in the wrong way. What was this house, exactly, and why weren't they very welcoming? -
Vincent sighed quietly to himself, ignoring everyone at the table. Feet tapping, he began to slowly pick away at his food. He wasn't very hungry. Vincent had gotten lost into thoughts about random things yet again. As he daydreamed, he began to stare off into space. When he realized he was doing so, he jumped up and blinked himself out of it. Vincent's pale face turned pink, and began to focus on his food a little more, twiddling his thumbs in anxiety. Vincent always hated the first day back. It was full of apprehension for the year to come, and doubt that he would ever be able to make it through it. While his classmates among him chattered away, he managed to look back over to the boy next to him. "It's shocking they're not more welcoming to you. Must be because you're talking to me or something. I've never fit in." He said, simply, smiling gently. Vincent shrugged a little.
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(Oh man I ditched you for an entire week. If you don't want to continue, that's cool.)
"Or maybe it's because I'm new. Or because I have a weird accent," he replied, taking another bite mid-statement. He chewed then grabbed his cup, taking a drink before talking again. He'd always been a messy eater. "Well, to you at least. To me, you're the ones who have the accents. Know what I mean?" he asked. Okay, this probably wasn't the best first impression. Then again, the other guy looked too anxious to actually remember any of this later. Milo just wanted to help calm him down. He watched the boy's anxiety rise by the minute, trying not to let his sympathy show. -
No no no that's fine D: Assuming you, yourself want to continue?)
"Yeah, I kno-know what you mean." Vincent cleared his throat, glancing around the huge room. It was looking like exactly what it usually did the first day back- big, fancy, extreme. For those who weren't used to such rich treatment, it would be awe inspiring and overwhelming. Over the years, though, Vincent had grown to get used to it.
Vincent had grown up in a poor family of six, and his brothers and dad did everything they could do to help carry the family's expenses. They all cared extremely about family- it was all they had. His late older brother Jacob had always been the most ambitious and daring- he always wanted to take the family places. Meanwhile, his brother Emmanuel was definitely shyer about coming from a poor family- but he studied like no one Vincent had ever seen before. Patience, the elder child, also one of the only sisters he had, was always the rational, mathematic one. She could calculate expenses and strike a bargain like no other. She was cunning, clever and even a little manipulative. -
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(Ahhh that's why I couldn't find it)
"Hey, you okay?" he asked, finally caving and asking. "You look pretty anxious." He completely ignored the platters and bowls on the table as they suddenly filled themselves with all sorts of desserts, many somewhat foreign to Milo. He'd heard that British foods were a bit strange, and whoever told him that was definitely right. He glanced down the table, not sure if we wanted to try half of the dishes.
Realizing he was distracted, he immediately turned back to the other boy. There was definitely something up, and maybe he was pushing boundaries by asking, but he was definitely concerned. He had every reason to be. -
"Y-yeah, this is normal, no need to worry." The British teen said, managing a weak grin. He began to pile on dessert on his plate- it was, indeed, an acquired taste. Vincent had learned to love it as he was getting older. He pushed his black hair out of his eyes before beginning to eat. "So," He said, after he swallowed, "Are you excited to be here- or more apprehensive? Tell me, I suck at reading people." The boy shook a little as he talked, stammering. He sighed quietly to himself at his apparent nervousness, scolding himself mentally for being so foolish around the new person. 'Man up, Vincent,' He thought to himself, 'They won't judge you. I promise. Confidence is key.' His face a light pink, he managed a weak grin.
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The boy nodded, but wasn't entirely convinced. He eventually reached for something that looked somewhat familiar, putting a small amount on his plate. He took a few bites as he pondered the question, then eventually put together his thoughts. "A little of both, I guess. I've heard good things about this school, so I'm excited for that. Boarding school is nothing new for me, but this house system is. What makes Skytherin different from the others, anyway?" He decided to take another type of dessert, thinking for a moment. "Oh, and I've heard your potions teacher is fantastic."
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Vincent almost broke out laughing at the last comment the other boy made. "Slytherin is the home of the ambitious. Everyone here has some type of drive, whether it's vengeance, revenge, a goal, a want, a need. A purpose. Whatever it may be, everyone has one- that is, except me." Vincent told him, shrugging. "We're known as "The Dark House" by the others; as most dark witches and wizards come from Slytherin; hence the ambition part of it all." He forked another piece of dessert into his mouth. The pale boy frowned for a moment, "Oh? Snape? He loves those who are like him, I guess." He shrugged. "He never really has..favored me. He's the cold type."
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(I thought snape was dead)
"You've got to be ambitious in some way. Everyone has some sort of drive or motivation to get something or somewhere, they'll just go to different lengths to get it. Though, just from talking to you tonight I can tell you're going to be one of the next dark wizards. You're obviously the most evil person here." He replied, shrugging. The end was meant to be a joke, of course, but it raised a question in Milo's mind. If these were the evil witches and wizards of the future, did he want to affiliate with them? Anyone could end up in that position. He tried to bring his thoughts back to the current subject. "Potions is one of my favorite classes, that's why I'm excited. I'm sure the teacher can't be that bad." -
s--- man my head is confused atm..replace it with some other name in your head kk)
"You'll love the Quidditch here. Everyone is so intense as they play. I would love to play, as well, but no matter how many times I audition- I never get a spot on the team." The boy said with a shrug. "I do enjoy flying in general as well, but my favorite class is either Transfiguration or Care of Magical Creatures." Vincent admitted, shrugging. "The Slytherins always make fun of me for being such a sensitive pansy- they say I'm in connect with my feminine side. My bloody feminine side! Like..What the hell?" He exclaimed, laughing to himself. Vincent was beginning to relax more and more about the new stranger- for better or worse. -
(Lesbians do that to you)
"Not actually that huge on Quidditch," he confessed, immediately launching into an explanation. "I'm muggleborn, so I didn't know that people could actually fly on broomsticks or carpets or anything until I was... nine? And I'll admit that I'm kind of afraid of heights." Milo glanced down the table, noticing that some students were finishing their meals at this point. He refilled his cup and took a drink as he listened to Vincent, then rolled his eyes at the last comment. "Feminine side? That's a stupid thing to tease someone over, nothing wrong with being sensitive or gentle or polite or... any of that." He hoped the other boy couldn't sense the worry he was trying to hide. If his new house-, and, probably roommates, were the type to make fun of guys for not being the absolute alpha male or whatever, they were going to have a field day if they found out about Milo. -
They're distracting little mfers..especially at three in the morning)
"Afraid of heights, hey?" The boy said, stiffling a deep chuckle. "Well, that's a new one." He said with a small shrug, piling some more dessert into his mouth. It was cold, smooth and creamy, and Vincent couldn't help but savor the taste. "But I guess we all have our fears." Vincent told him, shrugging again. "Like, for example, I was afraid of the dark until I was thirteen." He admitted, his face turning a pale pink.
"Yeah, this house is definitely..Less welcoming than the other houses. If you aren't tough and driven, you aren't worth it. That's what they think anyways." Vincent sighed quietly to himself, gnawing gently on his lip. He felt himself relaxed- Or, more relaxed than usual- And he liked it. In fact, he liked Milo. 'He's not like the lot of em',' The boy thought to himself, 'He's..different. And I don't know if that's good or bad.'
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