Feeling Batty Finished

Elsian whirled around at the others voice, hands braced against the edge of the window edge as he warily eyed the newcomer. He'd met a few people he'd prefer not running into at the moment, one of which he knew...would badger him to make something for her or something of the like so when he saw it was Logan he visibly relaxed.

"Oh- it's just you."

The words were blurted out in a daze and the moment they actually passed his lips he regretted them because even he could hear how rude the tone was.

"Damn- I didn't mean it like that! I just meant-" he bit the inside of his cheek, groaning annoyed as he ran a hand roughly through his hair, pushing back the thick strands from his face. He eyed the ground as she stepped forward, eyes moving up as she moved to stand in front of him. "Just...forget what I said."

"The feelings mutual," he muttered, "you're impossible to track down..." his gaze lowered, bangs falling across his eyes as he toed the ground, suddenly finding the small groves of the flooring so interesting. He couldn't deny he felt bad about how he'd left; a small bit of anxiety clawing at his throat as the words he'd practiced in his head all but disappeared.

"Sorry..." his left hand rose up, a finger resting on his cheek as he thought, finally tearing sea green eyes to look at Logan as his head tilted into his grip. "I didn't mean to dump those toys on you like that. I thought I'd be able to find you but..." he pouted slightly, eyes twisting from distant to accusing slits, "you beat me to it which, really, isn't fair at all." he complained, tone light but obviously still sore over being caught off guard by the other again.

"I had an apology and everything for how I acted and you just ruined it- gone to the wind, all of it. You and your silent feet just robbed you of a heartfelt apology." What was he saying! That wasn't what he'd wanted to- ugh. Why was he so bad at this.

He wanted to scream.

She was going to leave for sure now.

"Oh ha ha. Very funny." he drawled giving waving off the others words, "yes, I've had them since I can remember. I've just...not been having the best time recently." he defended.

He pouted slightly, crossing his arms over his waist and fingering the fabric of his robe sleeve when she snapped at him. He still didn't think it had been a big deal and apparently neither did the Hufflepuff from before. She'd most likely seen it for the joke it had been but for some reason no one else did.

Honestly it left a bitter taste in his mouth. Did his voice just sound mean to everyone else or something?

"Yeah, its obvious." he said, watching as she read over something, "still, it was a simple joke. Just a nickname. Honestly does my voice just sound mean to all of you or something?" he questioned, voice tinted with confusion and a hint of annoyance.

It felt like things always went wrong whenever he was around the other children. Maybe he'd gotten too used to using his words as a weapon or speaking like the adults around him thanks to his parents work. It didn't matter really. Either way, he kept messing up where everyone else seemed to be fine.

"I really don't see how calling her Huffpuff was an insult," he admitted softly.

He hadn't expected the other to apologize or anything. Honestly a bit caught off guard by the whole thing he couldn't do more than offer a half hearted shrug at the others words. He frowned slightly, eyeing the way the Hufflepuff kicked at the ground distantly realizing she probably felt just as off about this whole thing as he did. Which was honestly...A relief.

Elsian, a bit lost in the realization was slightly startled when she suddenly held out the bag, confusion twisting his features until he saw the little bats from before and...well, he laughed. He couldn't help it really but could anyone blame him? It just seemed so surreal. She looked so nervous! Which really he couldn't fathom why. Did she think he was upset with her? Angry? He had no idea.

It wasn't a big laugh or anything. But it also wasn't anything like he teasing snickers or disbelieving scoffs either. Just a small light laugh that actually sounded his age. One that usually only Bea could get out of him with her stupid pranks or puns.

Still, he took pity on Logan, taking the bats with a small grin as his laugh tapered off quickly, stuffing the small toys in his bag. He held one of them in his hand though, eyeing it over thoughtfully. He'd be remaking them later, changing them so they all looked different. He was sure of that.

"Thanks for holding onto them." he said, giving the other a grateful smile, he'd enjoy remaking them to look different.

"Um..." he paused slightly, feeling rather self conscious about his gift now. Still, better now then never he reasoned, pulling the small black bat from before out of his bag.

"I actually felt pretty bad about ditching you like that," he admitted sheepishly, "you seemed to like the bats from before and I heard you liked astronomy so..." he trailed off shoving the small toy forward, swallowing down the heat trying to claw up his throat.

It wasn't like he'd done anything grand to the thing but it was still a bit embarrassing since he'd only ever made these things for Bea. It was still the same little bat from before, tiny and black but he'd been able to sew a few constellations onto the inside of the wings with some white thread after hearing Logan actually liked astronomy.

Of course the class he was absolute rubbish at...still, he'd figured stars were a safe bet. Especially after he'd ditched her with the things like that.

"Here..." he finished lamely, dropping the small bat into the girls hand.

Elsian's whole body flinched slightly at the sudden body thrown against him, arms flailing for a moment as he was thrown slightly off balance. He didn't even have time to think about hugging back before Logan pulled back, barely hearing the words she muttered before she was turning away.

Instantly he had a snarky comment at the tip of his tongue but then he was able to catch the red creeping up her neck and the words died before they even had a chance to leave his lips. He shrugged in lull of a response, refusing to admit he hadn't hated it.

"It's alright," he hummed, shoving his hands into his pockets, "I'm just glad you like it so much." he admitted feeling slightly relieved.

"but..." he bit the inside of his cheek, weighing the words. How did people even make friends? Why was this so hard?

"Would you like to be friends?" he asked, feeling quite silly and yet full of dread the moment the question left his lips. "I understand if you say no..." he quickly added on, suddenly finding the window of the owlery very interesting.

He really couldn't blame her for saying no. He wasn't exactly...the friend type. At least, not compared to all the other kids he'd seen so far. But...she seemed really nice so far...and it didn't look like she totally hated his company like the kids back home.