12-03-2010, 05:23 AM
Alex slowly turned around on the bench to face Hitoshi as he listened to the story, his eyes not leaving the other boy's face. He had a number of reactions to it, a few of which he didn't quite understand, and none of which he really had the desire to untangle right now, with what seemed like the whole Hall staring at Hitoshi, and by proxy, at him.
If he'd had any illusions at this point that he could pretend to be of wizarding blood and still even talk to people, they were gone now; and this little culture was far more complicated, and far more hidden, than he'd imagined, if some actual Dark Lord had been prancing about when he was tiny, trying to hurt people like himself, and he hadn't even heard of it. Unless someone was sending him on a snipe hunt, but... Hitoshi didn't seem the type.
Alex sat there for a moment, trying to think of what to say.
"You're very good at telling stories," he finally responded.
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Thrall was distracted from staring at the impossibly pretty blond guy by Hitoshi's story- distracted enough to remember what he'd originally decided to come over to the Slytherin table for, at least. He narrowed his eyes; he'd been barely older than Hitoshi had been during the war, but it had been enough to affect him a bit. What had brought this up?
He headed over to the much shorter boy and mussed his hair a bit. "Afternoon, cousin; getting melancholy all over here without us?"
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