One of you. Soap with me.
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"Really? At least neither of us are afraid of snakes," he joked. "That'd be ironic." Now that he was thinking of snakes, he suddenly remembered that his pets were probably freaking out without him. Pasta never liked new spaces, and neither did any of the others. At least he'd let Douglas out before coming to dinner. He finished the last of the food on his plate rather quickly and downed the rest of his pumpkin juice, trying not to look impatient. "I just realized I have no idea where our dorm is. You'll have to show me."
He watched as a few Slytherin girls down the table got up and headed out of the space. A few students from other tables were doing the same. He really wanted to get upstairs as soon as possible, now. -
"Ah, you want to go now, then?" Vincent offered, glancing around. It really would be best to get out of the vast room quickly- He did want to skip the rush of students pushing through the corridors. Vincent had never really liked the stairs much, either. Vincent was constantly getting lost on them- and there was no way to tell when they would change. The stairs had began to move, a few times, whilst Vincent was walking on them, and it wasn't a memory he enjoyed. Honestly, it scared him when they moved. He wasn't afraid of heights, but something about the movement of them always struck a nerve with Vincent.
Not waiting for Milo's answer, the extremely short boy stood, managing a small smile. He looked around the room once more, making sure that the flow of people leaving was still tedious and slow- as he wanted to get out before the large mass of people erupted and left. "Oh- And our dorm password is constantly changing, I can help you remember the password when it changes, though. My memory is fairly decent." -
"If you're ready, then sure." He stood up, immediately noticing that he was taller than the other boy. That was rare for Milo, but it was something he'd have to take advantage of to make himself seem as tall as he wanted to be. He gestured for Vincent to lead the way and walked alongside him, admiring the more of the castle as soon as they were out in the corridor. As they walked, the American struck up conversation again. "So what are the other three houses? And what do they value? I didn't do any reading about this school before coming here."
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"The other three houses are; Ravenclaw, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff." Vincent told him, his feet hitting the floor at a medium pace. "Ravenclaw are exceptionally intellectual, and are probably the wisest house here. They're logical, creative and seem to love to learn. Total nerds, if you'd ask me." The boy's accent was quite different from Vincent's. And Vincent couldn't help but giggle internally at Milo's funny way of talking. "Gryffindor are the exceptionally brave ones, I guess. They're really strong willed." Vincent beamed for a small second, for an unknown reason. A feeling, a thought. Something had struck a small moment of happiness in the short boy. "Finally, Hufflepuff. They're the loyal ones. They're kind, compassionate and honest. They're honestly my favorite house." He admitted.
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"They all sound really nice, actually. It seems kind of weird to try and fit everybody into just one house, though. Everyone shows most of those qualities at some point, right?" They started down a flight of stairs, only for it to start moving. Milo anxiously grabbed at Vincent's arm, squeezing it a bit as the staircase slowly moved elsewhere. "They do that?" he squeaked, his voice practically an octave higher than normal. Definitely afraid of heights.
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Vincent's teeth began to shatter and his legs began to shake. "Oh, bloody hell.." He whispered to himself, voice shaky and soft. He didn't realize Milo said anything until the staircase had stopped moving. Breathing heavy, he uttered back a small, weak response, with a huff, "Y-yeah, they do that.." Slowly beginning to head back up the stairs, Vincent was still quite nervous, crossing his arms as he looked at the students at the bottom of the stairs- snickering at them.
A small anger in Vincent piqued at this sight- But he knew he could do nothing about it. Those kids? They were dressed in long, elegant green robes. Slytherin kids. His own house. If he was to pick a fight- in which he didn't have the guts to do- it wouldn't end well, and would only strike up more enemies. Vincent was a huge believer in keeping quiet around the ones that either didn't like you, ones that you, yourself didn't quite favor.
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