Entitlement and Ego Closed

Alan was a bit confused as to why it was such a surprise to the other kid that he was a friend of Santario. He hoped he did not get something wrong, but he was completely sure that they were friends as well, San has told him that after all. He was waiting for the other boy's next move, not quite sure how he was supposed to react. 

His eyes widened slightly, when the Slytherin's whole demeanor changed. It confused the third year, this change was too sudden and made him question everything. He flinched when Erik dropped a hand onto his shoulder and stared up to him like a deer caught in the headlights, until he shook himself out of this mind-set and smiled back at the Slytherin. Sure he was still nervous and was not sure whether he should trust the Slytherin, but for now he forced himself to relax and took the others hand, shaking it.

"Th-the pleasure is all mine...", he murmured, looking the other into the venomous green eyes as he did so, showing that he at least knew of proper etiquette; at least when he wasn't surprising strangers in the middle of a corridor. "Well... is that important? I met her on the Grounds and we became friends after... that's i-it..." The Gryffindor had no idea how he was supposed to answer the question correctly, or if there was a correct way to answer the question; important was that he was saying the truth. How was he supposed to judge the other kid, was it possible to judge him at all? Alan glanced over to the hand that was still sitting on his shoulder, before glancing back at the second year, "Why?"

If he was being honest, he was just happy that he was in no immediate danger anymore... or so he assumed.

Alan slightly furrowed his brows at the statement made by the other kid, about the third year being the weird guy out of the two of them. "You were the one a-attempting to p-punch me for no a-apparent reason," he pointed out as he straightened his posture slightly, trying to find the gaze of the kid standing in front of him. "D-Do you like her?", he wondered with mild confusion as to why it was so important to him. Of course Alan only meant this in a platonic and non-romantic fashion but with the whole situation and the third year's wording the Slytherin with the venomous eyes could have easily interpreted this to be an inquiry about any sorts of romantic feelings towards Santario.

If Alan even realized the bold threat of the student in front of him was quite questionable, since he might have been too focused on the topic and he would doubt that the other kid would actually bring any kind of harm to him. Even if the other kid would do such a thing, Alan had nothing to worry about since he had been telling the snake nothing but the truth and should be safe from the threats just based on that. He would have to see perhaps, but for now he was curious what Erik had to say.

When the pressure of the grip onto his shoulder intensified, he could feel the nails of the other kid dig into his shoulder, causing the third year to cringe at the pain as he staggered back to escape the painful hold. "Wh-What is wrong w-with you? I j-just asked if y-you like her or n-not! Sh-She is your f-friend i-isn't she?" he would ask as he stared at him in shock. Did he really just punch the wall because of such a simple question? What was so bad about liking her?

He is weird, was all that Alan could think about. He also had a short temper which seriously was not difficult to notice and Alan would make sure that he would take that into consideration if he met him or talked to him. But he wondered what it was that made him be friends with Santario and he could not be all bad, right? Alan would give the Slytherin a short glance over, after he shrugged the hand off his shoulder just so that he could not tighten his grip again. Surely it would have left a mark if it wasn't for the layer of clothing protecting his skin, that dampened the pressure of the fingers and prevented the nails from actually digging into his skin.

The other kid appeared to be very angry, very suddenly. Well he had been angry before that or at least annoyed but it was still a bit weird why he would suddenly snapped because of such a simple question. But as he continued to speak it suddenly dawned on Alan what was going on in the others head at the moment.

Instead of backing away or breaking eye contact the third year lightly raised his hands with his palms facing into the direction of the fuming blonde. He had to put this straight so that the situation would not escalate because the other kid had followed an assumption and got something wrong. Alan really had no intention to fight the other kid or to undermine him in any way. "I w-wasn't i-implying anything! I d-didn't mean th-that kind of l-liking her, th-that's on you- Wh-Why are you so m-mad?!", he asked without raising his voice much if at all, still in a little bit of shock as he lightly shook his head at the younger student.

Maybe Alan should have been scared or worried in the moment, but he clearly wasn't. The Slytherin had already tried to punch him a few minutes ago and was clearly angry at him but Alan hoped that it would not come to any further violent actions as he did not want to make an enemy here!

The third year was glancing at the other kid who was requesting silence and Alan had nothing else to add to the conversation to do just that. He was mostly confused about the whole situation anyway and he never got a response as to why the Slytherin was this mad. Alan felt a little lost in the conversation and stared at the other kid, still waiting in the hopes that he would be replying to the question asked. It would help Alan a lot to know why the other kid was so mad, because what that Alan had done could have made the other student so mad?

Then he watched him pull out his wand in a flash and cast the tongue tying jinx and despite his efforts to dodge out of the way the third year was hit square in the chest. It must not have been difficult to aim the attack considering of how close they stood by each other. In an instant he would feel the unpleasant sensation of his tongue forming what seemed like a knot. He would attempt to say "What have you done? Why would you do that?" but every sound that left his mouth sounded like gibberish and was completely unintelligible. Alan narrowed his eyes slightly as he stared at the other kid. "Fix this" but again there was no actual words leaving him, at least nothing that would sound like actual words.