CL Daily Delights IC Ian Holloway

Ian had been quite overwhelmed with this whole magical school ordeal. There never was any stability in his life and he’d always been moved from place to place. He’d only been with his uncle a couple months before he received his letter and he was still in awe about it. Confusion laced his young mind even as his uncle tried to help him understand it. It didn’t matter how many books he had read, none of it really seemed to make sense. Ian didn’t know how to feel quite yet.

Quietly he walked with his hands wrapped around his uncles forearm, finger tips pressed softly into the skin. Ian walked close and with caution, ice colored hues looking at all the other children crossing the platforms onto stopped trains. All the loud talking and the rolling of carts drowned out all his inner thoughts into nothing more than a sharp static every time he blinked. He pressed his cheek up against the man’s arm, leaving out a choked sob as he found his arms without the only thing that got him through his childhood; his raccoon plushie, Orion. With sadness in his eyes, he looked up at his uncle, waiting for his attention.

“Why can’t I just learn from you?” He whined, his gaze falling to the ground as his grip tightened. His Uncle Byron looked down at him with a large toothy grin and adjusted his fancy hat. There was no reason at all for him to be wearing it, however Ian would just look at him judgmentally until he was met with an answer.

“Don’t worry, sunny boy. We’ll see each other soon.” He spoke, wrapping his arm around the boy to guide him to the platform he was suppose to go on. When they arrived, there had been a line to where students were to enter, giving enough time for him to say his goodbyes. Byron would kneel down to Ian and grasp his arms with each one of his larger hands, looking him in the eyes. Though there were emotions within green eyes, he realized he had to remain strong for the boy. “It’s only for a little bit, alright? I promise, I’m only a letter away. Write me if you need me.” His hand came up to ruffle his hair before he took his back pack from his own back to pull out something from his bag. “Someone else came to say goodbye to you.” His accent rolling off his tongue as he pulled Orion from the bag and handed him off to Ian. “Take your time, but hurry up. Your time is coming fast.” He stood back up and placed his hands within his slacks pocket and looked down at Ian, a hand replacing itself on his shoulder.

In that moment, Ian didn’t really know what to feel. His eyes lit up as his hands grabbed the plush and tucked it to his chest, turning his back to his uncle to allow a few tears of frustration to spew from his tear ducts. Though his uncle could see his back quivering, he wasn’t disturbed from feeling the emotions he was. The small boy would run his fingers through the fur and gave it a final squeeze and boop to the nose before reluctantly handing him back by holding onto it when his Uncle tried to take it back. After wiping his eyes, he’d sigh and offer a forced smile. “Thanks Uncle By..” He ran up, squeezing the man before returning to his belongings.

There in line he awaited until it was his turn. Once it was, he sucked down his fears of smashing his face and ran forward. Although only a couple of feet were between him and the wall, it was probably the longest run of his life. Behind this wall were endless possibilities that the Wizarding world had to offer him and as scared as he was, he was also excited. He was approaching the brick rather quickly and once approaching, he’d squeeze his eyes and enter the platform to the train that was steaming and signaling on the other side. All of it around him was a blur as he entered the train, his hands tightly grasping his luggage. With every loud noise on the train, he found himself spooked, his body shifting away every time he heard something. Ian’s anxiety was already racing when he seen most of the cabins had been filled. The kid was never good at making friends and he wasn’t about to try and make any right now. All he wanted to do was rest his head and pretend everything was normal again.

Luckily for him, there was one more cabin left untouched. Ian put down his belongings only to open the door and shuffle himself in, his stuff following behind him as he adjusted himself against the window, his reflection staring back at him. He couldn’t help but wonder where he was going to end up in the next couple years, even with as hard as he been working at home, it didn’t feel like the right path yet. His silence of course was too good to be true when he heard the cabin doors open, alerting him to look to his left to see a dark haired boy standing in the doorway. His shy smile seemed to hold a calm presence to it, but he didn’t know what to say as he listened to the nameless boy speak to him about the worries he held within the confines of the train. “I’m confused too..” His eyes dropping to his lap and back up to the boy before patting the spot in front of him. “Don’t worry..I don’t talk much.” He offered a smile, showing that he wouldn’t bother the boy and would much rather let him be than stir up any trouble he may be thinking of.

In a way, he considered it all to be a bit too much and his voice was still barely a whimper as he introduced himself. His uncle always told him to be nice when it came to public appearances and interactions. “Ian..Holloway. That’s my name..yea..” Ian was a little shy, never really being able to interact with other kids his age. Some things he was slow to the gate with and social interactions were one of them. When Silas put his hand out, at first he was reluctant but in the end he grabbed it and gave it a pretty good shake before quickly retracting it back into his lap. It seemed Silas was going to be carrying this interaction once Ian rested his head against the window and pulled his knees to his chest, blue eyes looking at the landscapes as the train had pulled away.

It was a fact that Ian was a bit concerned as it seemed Silas already knew much more than him. Though he did know some things, just not enough to comment on them. His questions were much too dark about the Wizarding world. “I don’t really know much more..My uncle Byron said they’d teach me what to know..” His gaze didn’t revert away from the window, but he still did talk, one of his hands even coming up to run through his own hair. “I don’t get how one thing can be another thing..How’s that possible, Silas?” His voice nonchalant as he side eyed the other boy.



: ̗̀➛ @Silas Reilly

It was a pleasant surprise that even one cabin wasn't as crowded as most when it came to the train, he would've thought he'd find two people in a cabin at the bare minimum. Though upon seeing the lonely male he wondered how the other had found himself in this situation, did he also have a caretaker who was deeply worried about allowing him to attend? Those were questions he wanted to ask so terribly much, but instead, he was unsure if he should try to befriend him before breaking out such bold questions. After all, he couldn't imagine having to explain how his own mother reacted upon dropping him off, the thought was heartbreaking in itself. Though upon hearing how the other was confused, he couldn't help but scoot from his spot. Now sitting in front of the male and placing his luggage where he previously sat, offering him a warm smile. "We can be confused together if that helps." He couldn't help but feel semi-relieved, glad to know he wasn't the only one who was still trying to process all of this. "If I ever talk too much, then don't be afraid to tell me to shut up." He laughed, trying to relieve any tension that filled the air.

To his surprise, the stranger was a lot quieter than he was, maybe Silas wasn't as shy as he initially thought. Maybe they could be friends, he seemed like a nice person. It was always nice to have friends too, especially in a place they'd be staying for months to come. "Ian, Ian Holloway..." He repeated trying to get the name familiar to his tongue, smiling at his own little success. Gently shaking the male's hand in turn, before slowly letting it go with a bright smile. Placing his hands on the cushion of the seat, his gaze not breaking away from the male even as he looked away. "I think we're going to be great friends Ian." Silas nodded to himself, almost in a reassuring way. Before looking out the window himself, eyes beaming like saucers as he let out a small gasp. "I don't think I've been this far from home!" His tone was excited before he slowly tensed up, a frown coming onto his features as he felt himself growing homesick already. "Have you been this far away from home..?" He lightly asked, trying to swallow down any fear. Silas couldn't turn back now, he just had to hope for the best.

Shifting in his spot as he tried to get himself more comfortable, not wanting to look out the window anymore as it only made that pit in his stomach sink further. A small smile came onto his features, trying to brush off any thoughts of his home. "Imagine that, learning something new every day. Doesn't that sound thrilling?" He paused for a moment, trying to remember how such a thing was possible. Before shrugging at the male, his happy expression not once leaving his features. "Magic I suppose, maybe it just takes on the appearance of the item and it's truly not the item? Kinda like those illusions, you'd see at a carnival." The male didn't truly know much about this world, but he was willing to learn more about what appeared to be a wonderland in his eyes.

This truly was exciting to the male, trying to picture how the spell would work. "I bet it's beautiful in person though, or scary. You know I never thought about it before I came to the train, but I suppose we'll find out won't we?" Leaning forward in his seat a tad, trying not to kick his legs so he wouldn't bruise the other legs. For a moment he was unsure what to say, reaching into his suitcase and quickly popping it open. Pulling out one of the books he had bought from Hogsmeade, holding it out to the male with a smile. "Maybe we can read it together and get some knowledge together? I mean if a professor asks us a question transfiguring, at least we'll have some knowledge on it."

The Muggleborn truly was excited about the world around him, unsure as to how it would change his future nor did he care at that moment. Friends were something that came easy to Silas, he always was such a bright and energetic kid. Wearing his heart on his sleeve and believing he could put others before himself, which is why he tried to control himself before he made the others uncomfortable throughout the rest of the ride. "Tell me about yourself, if that's okay with you? Where are you from?" He tilted his head to the side, offering a small smile in hopes of keeping the conversation going. "Do you have any hobbies that you like in particular?"

His gaze would occasionally shift to the padding of the chairs, staring at it as he squinted slightly. To Silas, it was an ugly shade, though he was trying to decipher if it really was closer to green or if it was red. It wasn't something that typically bothered him, though he couldn't help but wonder what the color looked like. In a way, he was envious of others, the ability to see the world around them, and the different colors that were brought from it. It was disheartening to say the very least, even when his mother always tried to reassure him that it just made him a little more special than other children.

Nonetheless, he'd just have to find a way to accept himself as time would go on, there was nothing he could do about his eyes and that was just someone he would have to live with. Though he had noticed that he had squinted, hoping it wasn't coming off as glare or anything. Shifting his gaze back to Ian with a small chuckle. "Sorry I just thought I saw something for a minute, my eyes must be playing tricks on me or something."

Returning back to his upbeat behavior, he began to wonder what the school would have in store for them. "I heard we were going to get sorted into what this school calls houses, there's a lion, badger, snake, and eagle. Isn't that neat? What do you think you'd get sorted into?" For a moment he paused, trying to think of what he wanted to be sorted into, and in a way, he hoped it wasn't Gryffindor or Slytherin. The colors just looked too similar to him, and he didn't want to accidentally end up in a place where he didn't belong, especially since he might mismatch someone who belongs in a certain house. "I hope I end up in a house that has colors that are easier on the eye."

The male paused for a second, realizing he had been rambling on to the male. Looking reasonably embarrassed as he gazed at the door of the cabin, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips as he shifted in his seat. "Sorry, I think I got a little too excited there. A lot of my friends would tell me to quiet down at this rate, I really did mean that you could tell me to knock it off with the noise! I promise I won't get offended or anything." Silas was all too used to it, something that usually got him excited could be a conversation he'd keep up for hours. It annoyed some of his peers in his prior school, which is how he had learned shut up was a way of getting him to actually be quiet about such things that fascinated him. Ian was someone who was quiet and in a way, he didn't know how to really take that silence without worrying he had been chattering far too much for his own good.

Ian didn't take too much to think about his Uncles reaction to everything at the time of arrival. He seemed joyous and happy for the honor of taking Ian to the platform to the Hogwarts Express. The tears he cried weren't ones of sorrow or sadness but joy and acceptance. Ian knew the difference but that didn't entirely help him in his personal journey through the passage of his feelings. Though over a few moments he realized that his feelings on the matter really didn't..well….all that matter. Feelings weren't going to give him the answers he needed. For now he had to forget his family and his personal life and move forward as his own person. In the end, that's what he wanted wasn't it? To be away from all the things that confused him like why his family always turned a blind eye to him for his sisters. Two perfect blonde girls with blue eyes and a pureblood family line..They were perfect in his parents eyes where he was not. Nerves ran deep through him, knowing how disappointed they would be if he wasn't sorted into Ravenclaw like the rest of them. The Holloways were always really big on their intelligence and they made sure to let him know many times that he had yet to reach their standards. Right now, none of those thoughts mattered as if he took too much time to think about it already.

His eyes widened as he realized what a rude kid he was being by indulging in his thoughts and not speaking to the boy across from him. His mind was static and he wasn't sure what to say. Ian knew he needed to make friends or the next seven years weren't going to be the best for him. Truth be told he didn't want to be alone, but he didn't want to hand his trust off so willy nilly to those around him. Ian eyed the Silas's luggage, taking mental note of what it looked like for future reference if he needed it. However once Silas started speaking again, his gaze would return and a soft smile would creep up the sides of his freckled features."Confused together?" His voice somber as he looked back out the window, his brown locks pressing against the glass for a moment and as he spoke, his attention would be locked on the horizon line coated with green trees and empty fields. "I'd like that...Yeah." He was still very unsure in the way he spoke and the way he held himself, confidence wasn't something he really ever had and it surely wasn't a product of Silas being across from him. As much as the boy seemed to enjoy talking, it didn't really bother Ian as he himself wasn't a conversation starter, but he didn't really have an issue partaking in discussion when approached. "You can talk, I don't mind." He lifted his head from the glass and looked over at the boy again with a hint of curiosity buried behind blue eyes.


It took Ian a couple moments to shake that unnerving feeling of being watched. It wasn't a feeling he liked but he knew this kid certainly wouldn't hurt him. He didn't really seem like the bullying type..Atleast he would hope not. His name sounded strange coming from someone he barely knew, but he caught himself holding a shy smile in the reflection of the window. The more the two spoke, the less scared he felt. It was certainly a nice distraction. One of his legs would come up and cross the other, his foot pointed towards the door as his knee bounced the appendage on his lap, blue eyes watching the excitement Silas held run wild throughout not only his expression, but the actions of his hands as well. Although he didn't hold the same excitement, he found himself chuckling, his face turning slightly pink from the sudden change in expression. Ian himself had never really been far from home, his parents nor Uncle never had any reason to leave Scotland. "No, I wasn't allowed on my parent's trips and my Uncle never left his farm unless to go into town." His gaze shifted again, eyes peering outside the cabin to a woman walking down the center line with her trolley. When he looked back and seen the change of expression on Silas's face, he couldn't help but look slightly concerned. Ian too was homesick, but the more he less he thought about it, the better he felt. "Think of it as though we're going back home!" He put on a fake front for his new found friend, hoping to bring some light to those eyes again. "A home of our own where we don't have icky parents." His face distorting into a fake sickness.

The more they spoke about transfiguration together, the more it didn't sit right with his stomach. It was cool, but he couldn't imagine the horror people or animals felt when they were suddenly changed into something else. Ian believed everything should stay as the world intended it to be and that changing it was simply cheating. Maybe his idea on this would change once he learned more about it, but for now he was dead set in what he thought of it now. "Imagine the men we'll be one day. Every day we'll be smarter than the day before." He laughed, a sparkle in his eyes as the sun shined through the window, reflecting off his face as his body slightly bounced with the rumbling of the train hitting the tracks. "How does that make sense? If you have a car, how can it take the shape of a feather? Where did the car go, Silas?" His brow raising in question as he even confused himself as he spoke, his words even coming out as a messy Scottish stutter. "Ive never been to a fair or a carnival, what are those?" Now it was his turn to learn something new that he could wrap his head around. The world was such a large place and he had only been on it for little over a decade, he couldn't possibly learn everything, but that didn't stop him from trying.

Magic certainly was beautiful. He would fall asleep every night to the sounds of his uncle telling him stories from his years at Hogwarts and adventures after. Ian found himself envious of his uncle; being so smart and daring...and older than him. Ian was easily frustrated by his limitations and often times was very hard on himself. One day he knew he was going to be one heck of a man, but today wasn't that day and if he was being honest with himself, he was growing impatient. "A bit of both..Magic does kill ya know? Its not all good." Ian had to tell his friend that as a reminder since he still seemed way to excited to ride the Hype Train to Hogwarts. He certainly needed to slow down. That also begged the question if this kid was allowed to have sweets and if he was, how did he act? His eyes widened at the thought he kept buried deep within his mind. Ian shifted in his seat ever so slightly when Silas pulled out the book for him to look at it. Of course it was a book on transfiguration. The boy would lift his arms and stretch his back out before getting up and grabbing the book in his hands, only to sit next to Silas on the soft cabin cushion, leaning back against the backboard and opening the book up, setting it on both of their laps to share the read. "Good idea! That way we can avoid being the idiots in class." He chuckled, turning the pages until he reached the table of contents.


Silas was still much too all over the place. He switched topics like crazy and wanted to do so much that Ian surely couldn't keep up even if he tried. His hands would slip off the book as he was asked another question. A question he wasn't entirely sure how to answer himself. There wasn't much interesting to share about his life. Hobbies were limited and income for him wasn't the best, not to mention he wasn't very talented. Most of the things he liked to do were often laughed at and he was told that its just a phase and he'd move on from it. This was going to be a fresh start for him and no longer would he have to hide who he was or what he liked to do. With some what of a shocked expression, he'd turn his head to look at Silas, his body leaning forward to rest his hands on his knees. "Well..Im from Scotland..I'm a big sports fan and I enjoy modern dance..I see performers quite often in town and hope one day I can give it a try.." There was a hint of embarrassment in his voice, but this is how friends were made weren't they? Sharing information on one another. "My uncle thinks Id be good at quidditch so maybe that may be my new hobby some day. How about you? " His palm came up to support his chin as he leaned into himself, waiting to hear all about who Silas Reilly really was.

Ian hadn't really noticed the boy squinting next to him and struggling with his eye sight. His eyes had fallen upon his own shoes again, his feet shifting on the floorboards as he got lost within his own thoughts again. For a moment there he even began to relax to the point his own eyes drifted shut, his breathing slightly shallow as he rested his eyes for a moment. It had been a long day, that's for sure and he had little rest. The day wasn't even over yet. However he did feel as though he was being stared at. When he opened his eyes to see Silas looking at him with a squint followed by an apology, he was mildly confused. "There's a lot of things to see, I get it." He chuckled. "No worries." He waved with a gesture of his hand only for Silas to return to his normal excited behavior. Man, Ian surely needed to see this kids sugar stash..

Houses..Sorting..Another thing Ian hadn't taken much thought into. He couldn't really say he had a preference. His was always told that magic talking hat had all the answers and he should just trust the process. "I dunno..I don't really like any of those animals." His face looking a bit discouraged. "Im okay with any. Just not the badger. I heard stories." Stories that he didn't want to share either, mainly because he didn't remember most of them, he just knew he didn't want to be sorted into Hufflepuff. Silas began speaking about the colors, but that shouldn't really matter does it? His hand came up to scratch the top of his head, finger tips curling within his locks as he searched his brain for a way to answer. "Im sure they have a bright pink color waiting just for you." His teasing attitude and sass slipping through his lips as he nudged the male with a laugh, hoping to get some sort of reaction out of him whether it be negative or positive.

Atleast Silas was self aware enough to know that he was slightly annoying, but an annoyance that Ian may just find himself getting used to now as the silence seemed weird when it wasn't full of one of them talking. It sort of made him feel as though he said something wrong only for those feelings to fade when Silas began to speak again. "I said, its okay. Talk as much as you need. I don't know how to talk to others, so you're sort of helping me..with that, yea." His voice stuttering again as he looked to Silas, blinking with honesty in his eyes until he yawned whilst covering his mouth. "What are you most excited for this year?" He took it upon himself to step out of his comfort zone and ask a question of his own.

@@Silas Reilly

Maybe it was because his mother was the only thing he really knew, going to school in the same city was one thing. A place so far away was another thing really, he wouldn't be able to simply walk back to his house. Though he wondered if there were places to star gaze on a late night following the weekend, there was so much he had yet to do in the muggle world and he wondered how much he would miss out embracing this new lifestyle. In a way he felt selfish for wanting to embark on an adventure of a lifetime, wondering why he was chosen for this fate.

From the looks of things in the other cabin, some of these people were already born into this. Others had family related to wizards or witches, and that reasonably made him feel like an alien of some sort. That began to make another question run through his mind, was the male in front of him born into this like most people? Maybe he wasn't, it seemed like they were both stumped on such knowledge in this world. Whether he was or not didn't change the fact he saw this male as a newfound friend, and that's all that really mattered to him. Befriending Silas was like getting a Spiky seed pod stuck on one's clothes, it was hard to shake the male off even if they tried to with a small jab and a dirty look. It was just how he was, the thought of purposefully leaving someone out or being unkind to them was one that made him feel a sense of dread.

Silas didn't mind the silence or the fact that the other preferred to look out the window. He simply sat there with a wide smile across his features, even if he had gotten no response he would throw no judgment onto the male. He didn't have much in the luggage really, though he did pack a few snacks he knew he would miss from home. If the other brought up any hints of being hungry, he'd happily share them with the male. Once he had brought up how they could be confused together, Silas watched the expression of the other. A nervous smile upon his own features, sometimes a little excitement managed to make him say the boldest things. This is why when Ian repeated the phrase, he nodded to his question. "Yeah...! Like a confused duo, out for adventure! Like Pirates! Thar she blows matey!" He laughed, slapping his own knee before listening to the male. His own expression grew into more of a beaming grin once he heard the male had taken a liking to it, is this what making a friend felt like? If it was Silas couldn't help but feel himself giddy for the adventures they'd hold, though he'd still try to be a little cautious about how much he would speak around the male. That was a phrase he was all too familiar with, and sometimes his talking annoyed those who promised him he could speak to them in such a manner. "Maybe you can teach me to be silent? Like you! I think you'd win in a silent game, I always cave in a minute into it."

Silas couldn't hurt a fly- No really, the thought of smacking down a defenseless creature was something he couldn't do. For the most part, he was a good kid, though he never had a reason to act out or be violent. Though he did find himself watching people far too long, he liked the expressions they made or how they moved. One could tell one's emotions once with ease, it just took some studying and moments of silence to get the hang of it. How was he going to be a good friend if he just didn't know what was wrong, to begin with? It was a weird habit of his, but being pushed to the sidelines when it came to social situations helped him develop it. He was also quite the emotional person himself, and sometimes he wondered if others could read him just as well as he did with others. Though no one really cared or just couldn't tell as his mother could, Silas preferred to be the latter people couldn't be that cruel, could they?

"Maybe one day we can hang out somehow! I'm sure there has to be some magic spell like teleportation, or talking into a cauldron like those Disney movies." Silas' gaze followed Ian's, gazing out the window and at the cabin. He began to wonder what it would be like to live like that, alone out in the woods with nothing but one's self. It had to be scary after all, and Silas was just too adapted to the city life to really think about changing it at the moment. The male's attention was taken quickly by the other's outburst, eyes widening in surprise as he listened to his words of comfort. Bursting out into a toothy grin as he let out a laugh, his prior state returning quickly. "That means we can break rules, like swearing!" Silas gasped out, before clasping his hands onto his own mouth. Whispering out just enough for Ian to hear. "Ian we can say bad words."

It was all so new to Silas, he had thought that magic was something from a fairytale. Something that he would've indulged in even if it was fantasy even before arriving at the school, now that he was here realizing those tales were almost true made him excited. He wanted to grow and see what this world had to offer him, were there more people like him? Hopefully, his newfound friend would be able to discover new things with him, and if not he was fine with it too. Though the darker aspects of magic were something he hadn't taken into account, finally he was able to sit still in his seat as he was given something too deeply about. "I never thought about that, then again I can't help but not be surprised if that makes sense. With everything good, there has to be a balance of bad, as sad as it is I just hope no one close to me doesn't have to get targeted with such horrific spells." The male finally sat still, surprisingly sugar didn't add to that hyperactivity he had. Though he was surprised to see the male get comfortable by moving and sitting next to him, like a deer in the wild cautiously approaching someone with a sugar cube. In a way, he was in awe. Surprised that the other was slowly getting comfortable, a laugh escaped his lips as he nodded. "Yeah! We'll almost be like the smartest kids in the school, even if we... well you know are still learning about these types of things!" With that, he scooted closer to the male to indulge in the reading.

Now that he had one thing to focus on he was able to settle down easier, though he still liked to ask questions. How else was he going to know his friend better? He tried thinking about his own hobbies, though most of the things he liked were really what his mother liked. Silas would be willing to try new things, though he was more so interested in seeing what kind of guy Ian was. No matter what hobby it was he wondered if it was something he would try to partake in, it might help him explore different aspects of himself he never really knew about. Though if it wasn't that didn't mean he couldn't support Ian for it, he was positive that whatever the male liked he certainly wouldn't judge him for it. "Scotland? Wow, I heard a lot of good things about that place, I heard it was really pretty too! I don't think I've met a guy who likes dancing, honestly, it seems fun and elegant." The male nodded to himself. "I think if you try hard enough you'll be the best dancer I've met, and if anything I can always try and be your dance partner. Just don't laugh, my mother says I have two left feet." He reassured the male in his own way that such a thing was normal, carefully nudging his shoulder. "Quidditch looks like so much fun, but no one really wanted to play with me back home." For a moment he went silent, thinking about his own hobbies before smiling. "I like to Garden, the thought of being able to help bring something to life is a beautiful concept to me. Piano playing is also something I like to indulge in, though I don't know if this school has a piano where I can play."

A smile came onto his features once Silas had reassured him, leaning back into his seat as he stared up at the ceiling. Man the day was going to be great, though he had hoped he wouldn't lose touch with this male once they had fully stepped into the school. Ian was a pleasant company to have so far, and he couldn't imagine a future without a companion like him. Though if fate had decided to separate them, then maybe he'd have to be comfortable with such an idea. Quickly he was starting to tire himself out, as much as he enjoyed the conversation the adrenaline was dying down the more he spoke up. Like a baby bird that was finally getting fed, he was beginning to shut up in turn. A content sigh escaped his lips, as his shoulders lowered.

A small chuckle escaped his lips as he listened to the male's opinion, nodding in turn as he didn't find himself getting attached to any of the animals in question. "Neither do I, if I owned Hogwarts I'd make them different... like- Ah! Maybe a bear, or a horse." The male nodded to himself, his tone gradually growing more silent as time passed on. Now he found himself listening to Ian, a chuckle escaping his lips as he let out a small yawn. "Badgers can take down lions, I suppose I'd be content with a house that would like me." The male folded his hands onto his own stomach after placing the book to the side, right now he was too comfortable to put anything away at the moment. Glancing over at Ian to see his visible confusion, a small laugh escaping his lips at the sassy remark. Pink was a color that he just couldn't see, tilting his head to the side he let out a small hum. "Pink... Well, that wouldn't do me any good, I'd just confuse it with whatever house would be red!" He laughed out, nudging the male. "You gotta describe what it looks like though, maybe just maybe I can try to imagine it."

The male blinked for a moment, smiling as he looked down at his hands. "Most of my friends back at home said I was too talkative for my own good, and that if I didn't shut up they'd have my tongue stuck to a pole in the winter to shut me up. I'm just glad I can be able to help, even a little bit!" He was beginning to notice Ian step out of his shell, and for some reason, it just made the male proud of him. A low hum escaped his lips to indicate he was thinking. "I'm excited... to see us become the best wizards this year! By the time summer comes, we'll be able to take anything down together." He finally confessed, before side-eyeing Ian. "What about you? What are you excited about?"