Entitlement and Ego Closed

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Alan would look over to the person that went to approach him and mustered him quickly. Well he was taller, but that did not surprise Alan anymore at this point; there were just so many people in this school around that were taller than him and even some first years. Alan smiled slightly at the guy, maybe a bit nervous. "My name is Alan and well a friend of mine mentioned him the other day so when I was seeing you guys leave the classroom, I just got curious...", he answered the question honestly even though he was nervous; however that was just him being anxious. 

"Can you tell me who of you guys is Erik?", Alan added after a while as he buried his hands into the pockets of his school robe, where he kept some wrapped chocolate frogs among some other useful things. Alan had no intention of getting defensive as of yet, as he did not notice the Slytherin not being happy to see him. Then again Alan was watching the taller, yet younger boy carefully. "And who are you if you don't mind me asking-", Alan wondered as he could not remember having seen the boy before. Then again it was no surprise, Alan was none to remember people by their looks as looks could deceive; he knew that better than anyone.

The third year was still trying to rummage through the pocket of his cloak, when he saw a sudden movement. It threw him back to countless nightmares where he had been forced into Quidditch gear with thousands of bludgers heading in his direction. Without much thinking and just doing the Alan ducked away. The rushed reaction made him stagger slightly before he could catch his footing, panting heavily as his eyes narrowed in on the boy in front of him. For a few seconds his hairline got a vibrant red tint, before it disappeared in a matter of seconds, while the boy calmed down.

"G-Gryffindo-...", Alan was still a bit perplexed, while he slightly steadied his posture, he raised his hands in a attempt to calm the other person down in a sorry attempt to convince the Slytherin that he was no threat, "W-well... I know that I don't want to fight you...", he tried as he stared at the other kid nervously. Now both his hands were in the view of the other kid, showing clearly that Alan was unarmed and based on their physical appearance it was clear who would be the stronger one as well. "S-so you are Erik?" Alan asked as his rapid heart beat slowed down to its normal rhythm.

Again while Alan now was kind of aware that the other kid was in no mood for jokes, he could not decipher his threat as what it was; an actual threat. Lucky for the third year that he was in no mood to joke. While Alan was not scared, he definitely paid closer attention to the other kids movement, so that he could dodge another possible attack. "W-well, she didn't tell me nothing about you! W-why would she? She just said she made a friend and named you! She even is in your house!", he was quick to explain, slightly stumbling over his words in the process. 

He was way too overwhelmed with this situation, his anxiety kicking in, but he didn't cover away in fear. Assuming that he was somewhat safe now, he dropped his hands to his sides, nervously, as he assumed the stance he was in before was not necessary anymore. "And I don't know, I just saw the group of you come out the classroom and decided to ask! That's all, I had not planned for you to get all angry... honestly I didn't plan this encounter at all!" Yeah... what was he doing here? Wasn't he forgetting something? The Gryffindor thought for a moment, that had been a lot of questions the Slytherin boy had demanded answers to, but the Gryffindor was sure he covered most of it.

"S-so it would be really nice, if you could put that down... please?", he added finally, motioning towards the wand that was still aimed at himself. He really did not want this to escalate more than it already did.

Alan too was slowly getting a bit frustrated. He was no where near being angry or annoyed, but it was weird being in this argument and he did not like it at all. Couldn't they just talk normally, like he had intended it to go? He was probably gonna end up with a wound, from all the times he was chewing on his lip nervously, as he eyes the Slytherin. Erik, wasn't it? A sigh escaped him and Alan wanted to give himself a facepalm; he had forgotten to mention the name! But he did not move his hands to actually do so, not wanting to trigger the other person to fire off a spell or something. Alan just wished the boy would stop being angry at him, since Alan had done nothing to him.

Wasn't he forgetting something...? Oh right! "S-san... Her name is Santario!", he finally gave the other boy the answer he had been so aggressively waiting for and Alan hoped that having what he wanted would make him finally calm down a little. Because Alan was getting out of ideas on how he could calm the other down, not that he had any good idea in the first place, since all his attempts had seemed to backfire so far.

He just wondered that now that Alan answered the question he wanted to be answered, whether he would stop being in such an aggressive stance. Alan was not sure, but the fact that he was considering to put away the wand was good, right? It meant that he might be willing to talk normally and in a civil way. And nothing has happened so far either, sure the boy tried to punch him, but Alan seemed fine enough and now the Slytherin did not went past the threat either. 

"Y-you know her, right?"