Friendships Blossom PV Elsian Cox Finished

"Seriously?" he asked, interested at once. He couldn't say he'd ever ridden a horse before and couldn't see it happening any time soon either unless he wanted to take a visit to his cousins. Which, he'd rather have to do a weeks worth of tests than suffer so chances were slim to say the least. "What do they look like? I know there's plenty of breeds but I don't actually know anything about them..." he looked at her with unbridled curiosity, "so you have a lot? Is it a tradition of something?"

Elsian frowned softly when Logan seemed to wilt under his gaze, practically burying her nose on that book. Sorry. He really couldn't stand how people always seemed to apologize for no reason around him.

"Why? I asked, you just answered. Honestly, it sounds amazing." he said frankly.

Her question was an easy one. One that he didn't even really think on before blurting out his answer, "Bea. Easily." Zero hesitation, the answer had been immediate. "Though, she may have competition at this point," he said thoughtfully. It felt like he was rapidly getting close to people recently...part of him, okay actually most of him, wondered how long that'd actually last for though.

"What's that?" he pointed at the book with a raised brow, "it looks like a book but you had pictures. Is it an album?"

Automatically he leaned in closer to look at the picture, eyes going over the two beasts with slight fascination. His hand twitched in his lap, part of him wanting to grab the photo as if doing so would solve the curiosity worming its way into his head, but it urge was smashed down by the logical part of his brain knowing full well how silly the thought was. Tearing his gaze from the picture his frowned in confusion at her words, brow furrowing for a split second before vanishing in a blink when he remembered that racing horses was an actual sport.

"Honestly, I forgot that sort of thing existed…" leaning back his head tilted in his palm as he slouched back down putting all his weight onto his elbows atop the table, "that sounds fun though, if not a bit scary." he said feeling slightly uncomfortable at actually having to ride one.

"Your mum sounds nice," he hummed eyeing the book with her from his slouched position. He couldn't even begin to imagine being even a small bit as close to his family as Logan seemed to be with hers. At her next question he thought about not answering her for a tiny moment, realizing that they'd been playing the game for a bit now. Yet deciding against it he gave the other a single nod figuring one more question couldn't hurt, after all it didn't mess with his plans.


"Yeah, I learned a long time ago. My nan had to practically drag me to the tutors lesson the first time," he admitted feeling slightly embarrassed at how something he'd hated at so much had ended up helping him ever so much ever since.

Thinking he squinted at the table when he remembered how the woman had caught him by trapping his window and door, "she actually placed traps on my windows and door when I wasn't around just to catch me the next morning," he added glumly, "you'd think a 60 year old woman would be easy to escape but she's like a dementor." he sighed, leaning away and stretching as he began to move away.

He still couldn't believe how she'd put a filled up bucket on his door...

Twisting in his seat, he put one leg underneath himself, back leaning against the table so that both of them were sat in opposite ways. "This was fun," he began looking towards the other, "but I don't think I want to learn too much about you too quickly. I'll save my question for next time."

"It's more fun that way." he said, sounding quite sure of himself.

The very idea made him scoff, head shaking with a small but firm defiance. The very idea of having to stomach a party made his skin tingle uncomfortably with the horrid but familiar memory of expensive, over used perfume and painfully fake politeness he'd come to grow used to at his grandmothers gatherings. Oh no no, while he was here he'd continue to embrace the freedom that being so far from home brought him. No balls or parties for him thank you very much. The tea party had been pushing it and he'd gotten off lucky with the company.

Besides, he knew quite well just how cursed Hogwarts events could be. There always seemed to be some sort of drama or fight. He refused to be caught up in any of that first hand.

"You'd have to pay me to go," he said, fingers shoving away at the bangs in his face, "and even then, I may still refuse. I hate them really."

His hand dropped to meet the one in his lap as he leaned forwards, hunching a bit on himself with legs idly swaying back and forth in tiny motions, "I'll just dance with you on a normal day or something. Merlin knows how abandoned the ballroom and rehearsal area can get. Plenty of space to do it." he waved off actually taking the challenge somewhat seriously.

"Amazing really since I thought we had a dance club or some other similar thing..." In his pause his eyes narrowed staring at his hands in thought before darting up to his friends face, giving the other a small mischievous smile, "don't worry. I won't step on your feet..." he looked away, silent for a moment before-


"...too much," he finished voice just loud enough for his friend to hear.



What did he want to do though? Joking aside he should probably be ripping the band aid off and just getting all his astronomy work out of the way in one miserable swoop. Would he?

No, he wasn't. It could be future hims problem.

"I'll be masterfully procrastinating my astronomy work by using the wonderful excuse of getting my dark arts and potions work done instead." he admitted rather unabashed, "its future me's problem now."

Logan's words didn't really register for a moment. But when they did? An actual laugh bubbled past his lips. Small and quiet but definitely there before it vanished in the half amused half disbelieving look he gave the other. "Yes yes, I'm going to ditch you to speak to all my many friends like the social butter I am," he intoned dryly, hands going to grasp the Hufflepuff's in his own with a blank look unbefitting the dramatic words, "Forgive me, I must spread my wings."

Letting go he rested a hand over his heart, "I'll remember you fondly Puff."

"I would never," he replied dropping her hands, raising his hands lazily in mock surrender.

He nodded sagely towards the other as if she'd just imparted some sort of heavenly wisdom upon their situation, "yes, yes, I agree. Procrastination is key, leave the problem for future us."

The act dropped however in the face of her honesty, making it seem almost wrong to try and shove the words away with teasing. It was at times like this that he figured someone would say something nice or placate the worries but he'd never been one for those types of things. Honeyed words wasn't him unless it was in the form of lies or persuasion and he'd never use that sort of thing on a friend.

Instead he eyed the other as she looked at her paper, the corners of his lips pulling downward and green eyes narrowing at the others careless words. He was rather silent as he leaned forward, hand reaching up to the Hufflepuff's head and flicking her not painfully but scolding on the side of her head, "stop that," he demanded, "if I wanted to see someone else I would. I don't do pity Logan."

"Unless you're tired of me," he challenged with a small smirk, "in which case...to bad for you," he sighed, "because I'm much to lazy to find anyone else so now you're stuck with me."

On a more serious note he would have to leave sooner or later but not for the reasons Logan seemed to believe he should be.

"I mean, I do have to leave soon but not for that." he admitted.

"Yeah," he sighed, eyeing the rapidly dispersing students. Guess they been here longer that he thought.

Quietly he listened to Logan talk, having zero qualms being one of the few to leave last if it meant he avoided the crowd that would be going to his common room. He snorted, shaking his head at the other when she finally got the rest of her stuff, "and get stuck in the mess of crowd that'll be my common room? No thanks."

He shifted to lean back a bit, the corner of his eye catching what seemed to be becoming a heated game of cards between some older students. At the others mention of homework he groaned looking away from the game, "I thought we agreed that was problem of future us," he bemoaned, waving the other away with a half pained half amused look, "you'll have to catch me first." he offered giving a small smile back.


As the other left he turned back to the game to the next table over frowning when he actually looked and... He winced when one of the girls stood up shoving her finger in the face of a fellow Gryffindor complaining of cheating. Squinting he looked at the cards because now that he actually focused they looked kinda off...kinda...burned?

Hearing Logan he quickly turned back towards the entrance and seeing her wave offered his own lazy equivalent, wiggling his fingers in her direction before she disappeared from view and turned to look back at his mystery card players oh my. He didn't know the wrist could bend that way annnd a wand was coming out...

Nope. He stood abruptly, passing by the table to the entrance because he was too close to their table for his liking and not about to get into cross fire between what looked like 6th or 7th years. Crowds be danmed.