Changes With A Drop PV Marco Jackson Closed

Aurelia nodded when he clarified the Russian word. He had a Sister, an older one in fact. Aurelia always wished she had a sibling, especially a bigger one. She was previously bullied in muggle school and didn’t have anyone to stand up for her. An older sibling would have been a great comfort if she had one. She was also usually lonely at home. The only thing that kept her entertained after school was either the boy next door or her books. However, Karl, the boy who lived across the field, moved to another part of England, Manchester she supposed. She was then lonely again. Aurelia always envied those with siblings, it was a luxury to have them.

Marco then bragged about his Sister and told her he looked up to the girl. It made Aurelia yearn for one her parents would never provided. Marco also seemed to have gained confidence when talking about her. His voice wasn’t shaky and hushed but rather at a tone where he didn’t sound like himself anymore.

“So nobody here likes you? Why not? You seem like a nice person. Have you ever tried approaching someone to talk too before?” The brunette had asked.

Marco was actually the youngest of the Jackson family, one of them had passed away and the other was working as an apprentice to Sir Sevyn. He really had only seen Lyrell for two years before being sent away to Hogwarts, and before that she was gone for all of her schooling years. Having his sister back for those two years meant the world to him, and even then a lot of the times she was still working as an apprentice to Sir Sevyn. Every moment he got to spend with her was a moment he never wanted to end. But alas, things can't stay the same forever, I guess.

He seemed a bit surprised at the other straight up said 'so nobody likes you?' to his face, just like it was nothing, but he nodded anyway. Though most of what she said got lost to him. She was speaking so fast, he couldn't think about the words long enough. "Ah... y... yes. I guess no one likes me. But because of language barrier, I am hard to communicate with. I don't... I don't usually like talking. Um..." Ah, there goes that bit of confidence. He sunk down in his seat a bit, losing his happy glow some, but kept smiling a little.

" I think you speak fine for someone not English. I have a few friends who's first language isn't English. So its perfectly alright," She reassured the boy when she realised she might have been a little too blunt with him. She had felt this was in her muggle school. She didn't have mush friends there. Hogwarts on the other hand, was different, everybody seemed friendly. But not the professors who fail students without mercy. She envied those were gifted in academics and could get Os effortlessly. She got a P even though she worked on the assignment all night and it bothered her.

"Well, have you approached someone to talk to at least?" She asked again. Surely the boy must have tried else how would he know if his peers liked him or not. But she saw that the question bothered him so she deciding to bring up a topic a little more engaging.
"It's nice to have a sister. I don't have any siblings. It's usually just me at home. Though I went to muggle school..." She said. She remembered muggle school clearly, a horrible place she didn't like to think of. The students there tormented her and she was pulled out for giving a student a bloody nose.

"Its not something I'd like to talk about." She said shrugging.

As much as Marco tries to get good grades, they're a bit iffy, even a little bit below average sometimes. Unlike his sister, Marco didn't spend his whole life doing magic, he was just always around it. There were one or two minor spells that he knew, but nothing of great significance, nothing that would ever be very useful. Some of this is very new to him as well. But he's trying, and that's what matters, right? As long as you try.

He nodded some at the other's complement on his pronunciations, offering a smile. "Y-you think so? Thank you."

Oof, 'approached' isn't a word he recognizes. What does it mean? "U-um, I tried first week, but not work well." He looked off to the side awkwardly. "A-and again in dorms... but I am learning, trying to I mean."

He couldn't imagine not having Lyrell around, Aurelia must be lonely... He wants her to be less lonely! That's his goal. To make her feel less lonely. He wants to be her friend. He sets himself on this, nodding a bit in reassurance. "That sounds... very lonely. I'm sorry." He looked to the other, offering her a smile. "W-well, you don't need be lonely anymore, yes? I am your friend. Er... that is, if you want me to be." He gave a small giggle. " A-ah! Marco, by the way. I mean my name is Marco."

That sounds.. very lonely. I’m sorry.

The boy spoke. A corner of Aurelia’s eyebrow raised at the comment. The boy then offered to be her friend. The brunette thought he was behaving quite abnormally. She did had tons of friends didn’t she? They just were absent for this pitionology lesson. He probably asked the question so it might benefit himself instead, he clearly stated he didn’t have friends. Aurelia didn’t see the problem with having an addition to her list of friends, a Russian one would be a first.

A-ah! Marco, by the way. I mean my name is Marco.

the boy introduced himself.

“Aurelia Bezuidenhout. The last name comes from Dutch so it’s a little long.” She did the same, smiling slightly. Marco seemed nice and a great company even though he was by far the weirdest kid she had come across in hogwarts. She enjoyed his bubbly personality that most hufflepuffs possesses. She had friends form all houses except hufflepuff, strangely. Maybe she hadn’t got a chance to speak to one or haven’t noticed that they were from the house.

“So what exactly happened in the dorms?” Aurelia had asked. She heard him mention something about the dorms and was merely curious. She wanted to know how a Russian boy had troubles making friends. Ayrelia’s Mother had a few Russian friends arhat frequently came to visit. They always were loud and eager to chat, but of course, it depends on the individual. Different people have different personalities.