Feeling Batty Finished

He really didn't know what to say to that. Her confusion almost appalled him in a way, making him feel rather confused himself because how could she even say that? How could she be so...bloody nice?

"You're kidding right?" he questioned. Giving her a squinted look of disbelief before it sobered up, "you're not kidding." he deadpanned, brain struggling to catch up with this newsflash.

She didn't know.

"Well," he began dryly, voice pained as if explaining something so obvious, "you could say that," he snorted, still feeling rather bitter about the whole thing even now. It wasn't his fault the twins grandparents were evil incarnate. He'd simply gotten rid of suck ups that had no problem lying to his face because of who his family was.

"I have a history with...bad friends."

More like a history of becoming said bad friend when he chased off the kids he found out were just hanging out because their parents forced them or because of his things.

"Honestly, I'm surprised you'd be alright with being friends," he admitted wryly, "you're much nicer than me and I'd just about thought you hated me after how angry you'd been." he snickered, remembering the dirty look she'd given him, "you really have an impressive glare. You almost match my mother."

"Terrifying really."

He scoffed gently at the others words. Him not being friends with those sorts was exactly the reason he had a rough reputation with some of the other kids back home.

Elsian blinked when the other mentioned her brothers, eyes squinting slightly as he imagined the Hufflepuff giving the two boys that glare only for them to shrivel up under the scrutiny of it. He snickered at the thought, easily seeing the picture with how he'd been on the receiving end not too long ago.

"It sounds to me," he drawled, shoving his bangs away from his face, "like you won't have much of a home to return to for the holidays." he joked, thinking of the mischief painted picture she'd given him. The moment however she turned the topic on him he turned his gaze away, biting back the urge to preen about his misdeeds feeling as if looking her in the eyes would reveal all times his mum had scolded him back home.

Really...she wasn't wrong.

Would he ever admit that?
No. No he would not.



"Not really..." he said, giving the other girl a smile. "I'm an angel according to my aunt, so obviously that means I'm perfect. " he chirped. "My mother must give me that look because she's so jealous of her perfect son." he finished, giving an exaggerated look of loss.

"The burdens of perfection." he sighed.

She was a drunkard half the time but that was besides the point.

"How painfully honesty of you," he snorted, leaning away slightly and giving the other a wry look, "and so very sure of yourself." he said, giving the girl a slightly disbelieving look when she declared herself the true perfect child.

He felt the mood sway slightly as Logan looked at her new bat, speaking of her family. He had to fight back the frown trying to worm itself onto his lips, obviously the Hufflepuff was feeling a bit homesick or something of the like. He couldn't really relate but even he knew how hard it could be to adapt.

"Is that who the letters for, your aunt?" he asked, gesturing to the letter he'd seen her reading through. He was still a bit surprised they'd finally met back up in the owlery, especially seeing as how this was one of the rarer places he went.

He'd personally not really sent many letters to his parents or anyone back home like some of the other students. It'd really surprised him the first time he's realized just how many of the students and their families sent letters like some sort of clockwork. One of his housemates seemed to have some sort of letter every week! It was sorta baffling really. And over the top in his opinion.

He snorted half disbelieving half amused at the thought of such a fuss over a birthday. His parents had never been too big on the whole thing, well...more like his family in general besides his aunt but the madwoman...really couldn't count for anything. She was far to unpredictable and weird to compare to the rest of his relatives.

Then again, other families had different traditions and such so his family probably seemed just as odd to other houses...still birthdays seemed so...odd to make a big deal over! It just seemed so silly! He kept the thought to himself knowing how 'excited' others could get when holidays were brought up, instead focusing on the bit about how the other would actually be staying during the holidays.

It surprised him to say the least. She seemed like the type to celebrate if the previous talk on her family was anything to go by.

"You're staying?" he blurted out, eyes narrowing at the other in confusion, "I thought for sure you'd be one of the types to celebrate with your family."

'Unlike him' he mused to himself, grimacing internally at the thought of being stuck at the annual Christmas Gala. He'd very much rather stay here and sleep thank you very much. He gave the other a small frown, thinking about just how close it really was to the holidays and really, it made sense he supposed. Any student going home typically wouldn't be sending letters home right before leaving...

"Guess that explains why you're still here. No offence." he said, not bothering to hide his surprise.

"No, never have." he answered honestly, "we don't celebrate unless its for the charities or parties my parents have to go to." His nose wrinkled at the thought it.

It might have been fine if the household were around but they always left closer to the holidays so he'd already have missed them by the time he got home. A shame since he actually enjoyed decorating with the household while his parents were gone but since they'd be gone already...no point. He'd just be stuck at the household until inevitably being dragged to the Gala.

Which for any sane kid his age was a hard pass if given the choice.

He'd much rather sleep in.

He'd actually purposely failed a test and done horrible on a few assignments just so he could stay and avoid the holidays back home. Mother had sent a howler after him which had been utterly horrifying since he'd been half asleep when he opened it without thinking but in the end? Worth it. So very worth the scolding and slight heart attack.

"I prefer being here really." he sniffed, enjoying the cold air brushing against his face.

"The closest thing I'll be doing to celebrating is the errands most likely since they need help decorating the halls," he sighed thinking about how he'd been practically threatened to help by his newest friend, "maybe make a decoration since a certain housemate of mine keeps saying I have to." said friend being the culprit...

Annoying since said girl just wanted to see the aftermath when she returned from the holidays. She wouldn't even be helping.