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@Elijah Huang
The young second year sat on one of the cushioned seats and leaned over a book. It was thick and had a few complicated words that he assumed had to do with animals or creatures. He wondered if he could ask Moffy about those words later? He must have learned those words, not only because he was smart and an adult but also because he spend a lot of time with creatures and studied about them. So the chances were high, that he could help him with those words. He wondered what dometic...- dome- domestication meant for example. It sounded like such a big and smart word and it was mentioned a lot. There was written that many wizards fail at domesticating more dangerous creatures, so Alan was pretty sure it must mean patting them. He wished he could domesticate the bigger creatures and wondered if the feathers of an occamy were as soft as they looked like.

He sat there whispering some of the tougher words, as if reading them out loud could make him understand them all of a sudden. It did not help, but at he continued without even noticing, his voice as quiet as it could be; a hushed whisper. But when he reached out to flip the page, he knocked over his ink jar and nearly screeched as he tried to stop the ink from spreading and damaging the book and uniform. He had to cage the ink with his hand to stop it from spilling over the table onto the ground as he looked around for someone. ”D-does anyone have a tissue really quick?”, he asked in a slightly panicked voice.

*Alan*
"The world can only be as beautifuly as you let it be."

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The study room tended to be a relatively quiet place, thankfully, so that's where Elijah usually ended up spending a healthy chunk of his time. No one really disturbed him, not when he had his glasses perched on the edge of his nose and his expression creased into a concentrated frown. Although he wasn't the tallest person in his year, certainly not by at least ten or fifteen centimetres, it didn't matter when you were sitting down in a chair. Suddenly, legs were taken out of the equation and everyone looked to be the same height unless you were extraordinarily short or extraordinarily tall. Elijah looked as if he might've been in a second or third year, not a mere first year.

He should've been doing his homework, but like most students, he had put it off for later in favor of some light reading. He had a Muggle book that Celestine had insisted he read open in front of him, a small notepad off to the side to record words he didn't know to go look up later. He was, if nothing, an avid lover of words, and books were usually a fine and efficient way to learn new vocabulary. He didn't really like reading, but if it meant that his eloquence would improve and his arsenal of words to use would expand, he was willing to trudge through classic literature and 500-page novels.

Leaning back in his chair for a moment, his head resting on the back of the chair, he removed his glasses, gently setting them on the table before rubbing the bridge of his nose gently. Wearing glasses was beneficial to his vision, yes, but they were uncomfortable to wear and the pressure on his nose sometimes made his head spin. He could always handle any physical pain with a shrug of his shoulders and some ibuprofen (some Muggle inventions were just better and more convenient than any potion would ever be), but it was the headaches that drove him absolutely crazy. 

He couldn't bear the thought that his brain, his precious mind, could be rendered useless for even a minute. Advil could only do so much for the migraines that were becoming increasingly common, and the fact that he couldn't take in everything at once anymore was stressing him out beyond belief, which only catered to more severe and frequent headaches. Vicious cycles were... well, vicious.

A panicked voice woke him from his stupor, however, and Elijah sat up to look around for the source. A boy a little bit shorter than him seemed to be having a bit of a problem with his ink, having knocked his ink well over, presumably on accident. Sighing reluctantly, Elijah unfolded himself from his chair, placing his glasses onto his nose and removing his handkerchief from his pocket both at the same time, in one fluid motion, as he crossed the room over to the boy. "Move over, please," he said quietly, gently, as he used the plain, white handkerchief to mop up the mess. 

Once he was done, he crumpled the ruined handkerchief into a ball, glancing at the boy. "Are you okay? Did something startle you?" he inquired, a concerned expression crossing his face. He didn't really mean it, of course, but striking up a simple conversation certainly couldn't hurt. In the end, he doubted that he would ever care about what happened to the Gryffindor, but pretending to be his friend, at least for today, wouldn't do anything bad, would it?

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Alan's panicked cry for help was cut short, when indeed someone noticed his distress. A looked up at the approaching figure and it was not that difficult to notice that he was now face to face with another boy, who looked older than Alan was. Maybe he was? He was not all too sure about that, as his memories danced to events that occurred before the winter holidays, where he met the boy called Hugh. He was a first year as well, but so much than Alan so he could definitely not judge the unknown boy by his appearance. Still his height made him a bit nervous, so he quickly shuffled aside and watched as the boy began to wipe the spilled ink with a soft, white tissue.

Alan watched ass the white fabric soaked up the black ink,turning the tissue into a useless rug, which made the second year feel bad. He had in some way ruined the others property, did he not?
”Th-thanks...”, he mumbled as he let his gaze softly wander over the taller figure. An olive colored tan was doing a favor to his nearly blackish eyes, but of course Alan now knew the difference to the truly black eyes that he had seen with the Dhampir, Kae, if he remembered right. That boy truly left an impression on the young boy, spiked his curiosity. He would try to become his friend, Alan wanted to be friends with everyone and also with the boy in front of him. A boy he assumed to be Asian, if his appearance was any indication.

To Alan the boy seemed like a calm person, which just made him smile a bit as he nodded, embarrasement clearly affecting his features as a faint blush covered his face, reaching out towards his ears. He was slightly fidgeting around, before he dropped his hand to his fingers that fumbled with the hem of his uniform. ”Y-yeah... I just knocked the thing over and did not want the ink to soil the book... Sorry for overreacting-”, the young Gryffindor looked up into the other boys eyes and raised from his chair to politely extend his hand for a handshake.

”My name is Alan Vanes, but usually people call me Alan-”, he introduced himself and for someone who might care, his name would ring a bell. His father and mother were well known as his father was an Auror usually trusted with the tougher cases and his mother was a quite young Unspeakable. On top of that he came from an older line-age of pure-bloods; not only from his father's side of the family, but also by his mother's.

A cheeky smile slipped onto his features as he wondered who the other was.

*Alan*
"The world can only be as beautifuly as you let it be."

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Manners. Good and blessed manners. Elijah honestly couldn't remember the last time that someone else had made the effort to introduce themselves, to stick out a hand for a good and proper handshake. What had Britain succumbed to? They were a superpower, perhaps the original superpower, and they had created a beautifully high standard that the rest of the world was forced to continually play catch-up with. He rarely saw kids his age act this way- even many of the adults that he met didn't have the same levels of etiquette that Alan had. This Gryffindor was, essentially, a breath of fresh air for him.

Not too fresh, though. He still stumbled over his words and hesitated when speaking, he was clearly nervous, and seemed sort of flighty- like a little chickadee.  If Alan was nervous, that made Elijah nervous- what could you even do around nervous people that didn't scare them off? They were always on edge, and there never seemed to be anything that you could do to make them truly relax, and that within itself was incredibly stressful for someone like Elijah.

The Slytherin boy shook Alan's extended hand, his long and slender fingers slowly wrapping around Alan's hand. "Pleased to meet you..." he murmured, his words accompanied by a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. Vanes... the boy's last name rang a bell, however vague it might've been. It was most probable that it was because it was a pure-blood last name, although he couldn't be certain. He'd have to look it up later or ask his parents, as he felt like it was a name that he should've recognized. 

"I'm Elijah... Elijah Huang," he added, as was polite and customary. His accent was entirely British, although his last name suggested that his family might not have originally been from Britain, especially when you tied that in with his physical appearance. Alan would probably recognize his name, considering how it was fairly unforgettable in its uniqueness and was a pureblood name. 

"And you don't need to apologise about the ink, I understand about not wanting to ruin your books..." Elijah said haltingly, as if he were carefully picking through his words. In reality, he already knew precisely what he wanted to say- however, he had mastered the art of making his extensive vocabulary look entirely natural, like he truly had to pick through his brain for the right words to use. "I would've felt the same way." Felt, yes, but he certainly wouldn't have reacted the same way at all. He wasn't the type to express his emotions on his face- or, at least, his true emotions. Wearing a mask to cover all of his internal thoughts and feelings all the time wasn't healthy, but it was what he had to do to get by in the world.

Hesitating- or, pretending to hesitate, Elijah pointed at the book. "What book are you reading?" It must have been fairly important that he wouldn't want to get ink on it... if it had been a school textbook, Elijah was sure that he wouldn't have been too upset, unless he was one of those people who really liked school and homework. Certainly, he wouldn't have reacted so overwhelmingly, the way he did when one of his own, for-fun books was in danger. So, what was it that he was so interested in?
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The young Gryffindor kept a careful gaze on the other student, who towered over him by a couple of inches. It was not distrust, just a healthy dose of nervousness upon meeting a new face, the slight anxiety of being judged. He was afraid to look like a fool, if for an example the other would not take his extended hand or would just away from him. Alan would not know how to react if any of these two options would occur. He had not really been in a situation like that before, so if that would happen his mind would most likely switch on auto pilot and he did not want that to happen. Alan was not someone all too judgmental and was someone easy to be around for many.

But Alan's fears were not met with action, as the other took his hand, wrapping his hand around Alan's smaller and softer one. Alan would not put much pressure into the handshake, just brushing his fingers against his, making the handshake lack any kind of firmness on his side. His lack of confidence or the lack of need to proof himself to anyone was most likely the reason for this lack of pressure. ”Pleased to meet you too”, he replied as a small smile eased its way onto the older boy's face, making him visibly relax ever so slightly. He tried to keep eye contact, but found having trouble to do so, making his gaze wander around, as he eyed the taller yet younger boy.

When the other boy introduced himself, Alan nodded slightly. If he had heard the name he could not remember... he was terribly bad with names and that is why he usually tried to give people nicknames. Would Elijah be someone to be okay with a nickname, he wondered as he tilted his head to the side. The other seemed polite, friendly even and it made him wonder if they could be friends or not. ”Would you mind me calling you Lijah?”, Alan asked innocently without even thinking how similar this word sounded to the word liar, ”It's just that I am bad with names and it's the second syllable of your name so-...”, he began as his mind drifted off, he sometimes would start rambling or stop mid-sentence as his mind was already occupied with other thoughts.

His nervousness would slowly dissipate into nothingness as he retreated his hand with a genuine smile. ”I am glad that you understand! I really don't want to destroy any of the books, especially because this one is only borrowed from the library, you know...”, he explained the other, taking a look to said book. If it was not for Elijah it would have probably been destroyed by the ink, that most likely would have soaked into the paper. Alan would not notice anything off about the other, to him the other boy seemed nothing but nice and understanding. He put not any thought into anything he did and not questioned any motives as he could not even notice any bad intentions the other might have.

When he was asked what the book he was reading was about, the young boy's eyes began to sparkle as a big and honest smile pulled the corner of his lips upwards. ”It's about creatures and it is really good! You should read it! Well... that is if you also like creatures! Well, do you?”, he asked with an obvious hint of excitement in his voice.

*Alan*
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Elijah froze, his blood running cold as he processed what the Gryffindor had just said. Did he... did he just ask to call him 'liar'? What did Alan Vanes, this kid that he had taken to be completely harmless, know about him? He thought that all his lying was undetectable and foolproof, but apparently not. Elijah's eyes narrowed into slits suspiciously, and any traces of his prior warmth and friendliness were gone in an instant.  He almost looked as if he was trying to decapitate Alan with just his glare alone, when he finally realized what the Gryffindor had said.

Lijah, not Liar.

False alarm. How utterly embarrassing... he couldn't remember the last time that he had messed up this badly in reading someone, and this was only words. He was getting sloppy, and he couldn't afford to be sloppy. Even more rapidly than his shift to a hostile expression, Elijah grinned brightly at Alan as if they were really friends, already. "Yeah... of course. Sounds good to me," he said amicably with a careless shrug of his shoulders. If Alan didn't believe this act, then oh well- it was only one person that he had driven away with his harsh expressions. There was still a whole castle to feast upon, to manipulate to his will- the loss of one, singular second-year Gryffindor wouldn't be the big one if Alan even ended up catching onto Elijah's brief, momentary lapse in composure.

While Elijah wouldn't necessarily categorize Alan as 'dumb', by any means, he was too trusting in other people, and that was essentially same thing if Elijah were to be any judge of the matter. He reminded the Slytherin of his younger cousins, happy and bubbly and just a little bit alive for the world to handle. If life were measured in trust, Elijah would be dead and Alan would be God, just handing the stuff out by the fistful to any random stranger on the street. He couldn't help but both admire and pity Alan at the same time, unsure of how he really thought of the older boy. 

Unlike Alan, he was incredibly hesitant when it came around to relationships with other people, wary of anyone who was both too cold and too friendly. Elijah saw it as both a flaw and virtue, his self-inflicted distance from others, choosing to barricade himself in his mind rather than having to interact with the outside world. Tuning back in to the conversation he was currently partaking in, he bit the corner of his lip as he absorbed Alan's words. He filed a mental note away into his mind that Alan had a minor obsession with creatures, magical creatures, even to the point where he did extensive background research on these... creatures. To Elijah, humans were creatural enough- why should he dig himself into a deeper hole by trying to understand life that wasn't even human?

"I... uh," Elijah said, suddenly at a loss for words; or, at least, he appeared to be. In reality, he was slipping a mental coin, trying to decide if he wanted to try and fool this boy into thinking that they had something in common, or if it was best to just be honest for once, sparing Alan's feelings. "My sister was fairly interested in creatures- the magical kind, right?" Well, this was a rather sudden turn of events that Elijah had never anticipated himself embracing. Celestine was, of course, not at all interested in creatures, both magical and non-magical. After the death of their golden retriever, Praelia, Celestine had shied away from any nonhuman life at all, even rather uncomfortable around their family owl, Calli. The Slytherin silently sent an apology to his sister for dragging her into this mess, but there was nothing that could be done now to reverse his words.

"So... what were you reading about?" Elijah asked, as if he were truly interested in what Alan was reading. In reality, he just felt obliged, now, to make a good and lasting impression on the Gryffindor, as repentance for his outright lie that he had fed to Alan.

Oops?

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The young Gryffindor did notice the sudden change in atmosphere and wondered what it was about. He squinted his eyes and looked at the taller boy, puzzled and confused as he tried to figure out the meaning behind his suddenly cold demeanor. He went through what he just said and noticed that he had asked to call the other one Lijah, thinking it was fine to just give him a nickname. Was it that the first year did not like being called by nicknames? Alan would not know, that was for sure. Or maybe it was just a thought that crossed the other boys mind. Settling with that though the second year, just smiled lightly, but decided to check for further mood changes.

"I am glad you are okay with that name! Feel free to give me a nickname as well, if you wish to. I would not mind that, Lijah!", he offered, as it was only fair. However he could not ensure that he would listen if he was o be called by a nickname, as he already had problems with concentrating on his surroundings. He easily got distracted by whatever the reason may be.

"To be honest I also love reading about muggle creatures, often muggle just believe they are muggle creatures but in reality they are magical. But generally I think magical creatures are more interesting, there are just so many and every creature is special in their way", he rambled, fascination glimmering in his pale emerald eyes as he talked about one of his most favorite topics in existance.

"Actually I am reading about a book about locations and species of creatures, ya' know, basic stuff to just get into the topic a bit", he explained to the boy. Alan really thought he was nice. Maybe a bit awkward with the way he had zones out earlier, glaring through him, yet nice. Alan did not really want to judge him either, as he did not know him as well yet, even though he hoped they could be friends.

"So what were you doing here in the Study Room?", he asked curiously.

*Alan*
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Try as he could, Elijah couldn't think of a nickname right on the spot. 'Alan' was short enough already, was there really any need to shorten it even more? He supposed that 'Al' would've been a viable option, but it simply sounded far too American for his liking. With a shrug, he nodded and smiled, indicating that he would think about it- maybe this could be his latest brain puzzle to mull over. That, and the foundations of Transfiguration. He could never really figure that class out as easily as everything else- you couldn't just tell him that the atoms and molecules in an object could rearrange themselves into a whole new atomic makeup and create whole new properties and- well, he would digress. For now.

Alan decided to elaborate on his love for creatures, not that Elijah really wanted him to. He supposed that he had brought it upon himself, trying to relate to Alan a little more, but now he sorely wished that he had remained silent. He had only done it to get rid of that nagging voice in his head that told him to repay Alan's blatant gullibility, to ease his conscience preaching about right versus wrong. You would've thought that he'd grown out of that by now, this whole having-a-conscience thing. He was a first-class liar, and liars weren't supposed to have consciences.

He did, however, have a point. Muggle creatures were rather fascinating, he supposed, if you looked at them in the right light. Elijah had made plenty of models of Muggle animals and creatures before, so it wasn't like he didn't like Muggle creatures. He just happened to agree with Alan- at least, for this particular topic. Magical creatures just had more interesting things about them, different properties that made them, well, magical. Magic was what differentiated them from the rest of the world; what was wrong with taking pride in that?

He sort of started zoning out as Alan kept talking, getting rather bored by the topic. Elijah definitely regretted bringing it up, as he didn't know enough about creatures to truly hold his own in the conversation, and he desperately wanted to bring it back into waters that he knew well, rather than trying to wade through a dark sea of information he didn't know. Thankfully, Alan changed the subject, asking him just exactly what he was doing in the study room. Taking a small breath, he effortlessly slipped into his "normal" attitude, an exuberant and excited young boy who truly loved it at Hogwarts.

"Studying, of course!" he said with a wide smile, gesturing to where he had been sitting. "I just love Charms, I think Professor Seaborne just an amazing teacher... the Charms themselves are pretty cool, obviously. The homework's rather tricky, though, so it usually takes me a good while to get through it all. Say, would you be willing to help a chap out?" Elijah asked suddenly, glancing at Alan. "Could you have a quick look at my homework, then? Just to make sure I'm doing it right?"

Of course, Elijah didn't actually need any help- however, this would create the illusion that he trusted Alan's opinion, and would, therefore, build up trust and eventually blossom into a solid friendship. Or, so he hoped. He had no idea if this would actually work, or not. Regardless, at least he would get a second opinion on his homework, and that never hurt anyone. Additionally, this would definitely steer Alan away from any creature-related topics, meaning that Elijah would finally be in his comfort zone once more. He was all about controlling everything, rather than trying to step outside his comfort zone- he was certainly not the daring type of person, especially when it came to social interactions.

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Alan continued to talk with Elijah about all what he could tell him about magical creatures from his mind. For Alan it was a rather interesting topic, so he did not feel the need to shut up about it, he had always been like that; had been able to talk about creatures for hours even as a child or toddler. Usually him talking about this topic would talk into rambling rather quickly, which was also the reason he usually kept quiet about it. He ended with a soft smile, waiting for Lijah to give him some input on that matter, if he wanted to at least. That was up to him and Alan would not force him to give a reply or input of any kind.

When the other mentioned Charms, a grin spread his lips, his features softening even further as he gave an excited nod. ”Sure! I would be happy if I could help you, if you want that!”, he agreed happily. However he was not sure whether the other needed the help, he seemed rather smart and usually students who spend free time in the study room were people that did not mind spending their free time with learning. However maybe the other just wanted to make sure about his answers or tried getting a second opinion and Alan could definitely do this for the apparently younger student.

”Just show me how far you've gotten on your own and I can check what you have gotten so far!”, he explained with a kind, yet sheepish smile as he looked around. He closed his book that was still laying on the desk he had been sitting at and pocketed it into his school bag, He could not think of anyone who would take his bag like that so he just walked over to the seat he could remember the other boy coming from and sat down on the chair next to it, which luckily was free. Usually students did not spend too much time here, so the room itself was rather empty, just a few students would sit around and do something, probably homework. One even seemed to be napping and Alan supposed it was a nice room for a quick nap, after all it was quite quiet in here.

Alan just waited for the younger boy to follow his example as he mustered him casually.

*Alan*
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Elijah almost rolled his eyes at Alan's puppy-dog-like eagerness to help him. He had never understood why people would ever be so eager to help out someone who could very well be a psychopath, why they were so trusting in other people. He knew that it wasn't in his natural nature to be so helpful, so ready to offer a hand to someone in need, but he figured that he would have to add that trait to his faux persona here at Hogwarts in order to make it more authentic, more believable. Maybe he should've been happy that human society was becoming more and more benevolent, but it also created a lot of extra work for himself to fit in with others.

He followed Alan over to where his stuff was, mildly impressed that the Gryffindor had had time to notice where he had walked over from amidst his panic over his spilled ink. Sitting down in his original seat, Elijah shuffled through his parchment before retrieving his Charms homework- his essay was already done, but it was clear that he was in the process of editing out his mistakes by all of the little notes in the margins and in between the lines. "I'll be the first to admit," Elijah said in a confidential tone, "that Charms homework is incredibly fun to do, even if it's a little bit challenging. The questions we get are pretty easy, I think, compared to last year's teacher."

He had taken on the appearance of an anxious student, eager for an older student's approval. Of course, he had no such attitude- he was confident in his ability to complete homework, and while he constantly sought approval from others in an effort to mask his overwhelming hatred for just how manipulative he was, justifying the means by the ends, he needed no such approval when it came to homework. Maybe from Celestine, but some random student at Hogwarts? And a Gryffindor, no less! Not that he disliked Gryffindors... it was just... well, wouldn't most students ask a Ravenclaw to check their homework?

Alan was older, though, which meant that he had already learned this material, which meant that his opinion wasn't irrelevant, at least. As Alan looked read through his essay, written out in painstakingly neat print, he reached for his bag, digging out his late breakfast from a small Tupperware container. His mother, being the type of mother she was, had sent him food from home that he could heat up in the kitchens, which was probably the most ridiculous thing Elijah had ever seen. However, secretly, he really did love it, having his mother's cooking here with him- European food just wasn't the same as Sunday morning breakfasts with his family, when neither of his parents had to wake up early to work, and his sister actually took a break from research. The four of them would sit around the circular dining room table and eat
包子 and 饺子, chattering about how busy the Ministry was (Celestine), how the stocks were doing badly (his father), and when was Celestine going to get married (his mother)?

"I hope you don't mind, I didn't get a chance to nip down to breakfast today," Elijah said, apologizing for eating in front of Alan. Carefully opening the container, he grabbed his pair of chopsticks from its container from his bag, grabbing some of the rice topped with sesame seeds in the container, absent-mindedly eating his breakfast as he shuffled through his other homework, searching for any other assignments he still had to complete.
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包子 = bao zi, uhhh they kind of look like this
饺子 = dumplings/potstickers
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Oh my goodness there's no excuse for why this reply is so late... I'm so incredibly sorry!! I hope this reply isn't too bad, and thank you so, so, so much for being so patient <3

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Don't worry, I am glad you found some time to reply!
”Oh no, n-not the first one... Charms is actually pretty fun and one of my favorites!”, he agreed with the boy. Charms class was probably the class he had the best average in. Except for that one A he got in the assignment his report card must only have Outstandings on it. ”I usually practice it outside or do the homework outside of the castle, because it is more boring inside-”

He liked being outside, he liked spending his time anywhere outside and the activity did not even matter that much as long as he was outside. Except for flying, he would rather take a dive in the murky water of the Great Lake than to fly. He could not wait to not having to go to the flying class anymore, because it was his least favorite. There was History of Magic of course, but that one was just boring. Flying however could kill him easily and the height just made the second year nauseous.

”You mean the homework from Miss Henley and Miss Seaborne? Yeah they were rather easy so it is not difficult to do them... I am more worried about other subjects, but that is not important!”, he added cheerfully before he continued to read over the other boy work. He smelled some food and looked up for a moment from checking through the other boys homework, shaking his head slightly.

”Don't worry, I would eat some chocolate frogs but I'm sure you would not want them smeared over your homework, Lijah” he said in an attempt of making a bad joke. The homework looked fine, perfect even and Alan had no doubt that the boy would get an outstanding for this one. D-Do you even need help with this? You seem to be doing fine without any help,” Alan smiled at him, making sure there was no damp ink so that it would not smudge before he placed it aside.

The other boy seemed nice, someone Alan could be friends with. Even if it still worried him that the other reacted kind of sensitive upon giving him a nickname. Alan wondered what that was about, but he would hope that Elijah and him could be good friends at one point.

*Alan*
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In all honesty, Elijah had no idea what to make of the boy in front of him. His stuttering was irritating at best, a habit that he personally abhorred. Stuttering showed weakness but in this case, it was good. He knew from the stuttering that Alan either had a stutter (probably not, he seemed fine with most sentences) or he was lacking self-esteem, confidence, or was just nervous. That meant that he could be taken advantage of- having a weaker backbone, so to speak, meant that he would be reluctant to say no, to disagree. Even now, when he disagreed with Elijah's opinion on the homework, it was in a gentle and persuasive tone, rather than an argumentative one.

Really, at the rate that Hogwarts changed its teachers, it was quite likely that his own sister would be called upon to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts in a few months! Alan referenced the previous Charms professor, Violet Henley, who he really didn't get much of a chance to meet at all. Eating absent-mindedly while studying Alan with a lazily inquisitive gaze, he watched him read through his essay before proclaiming its perfection. Was that too grand of a word? Elijah reminded himself to keep his ego in check- it wouldn't do to be pompous and overbearing, would it? It was good enough, he decided mentally. Its quality had been approved of by someone who had already taken the class before him, and Elijah was satisfied.

"Thank you," Elijah said graciously in response to Alan's compliments. "But I just wanted to be sure that I was doing this assignment right. Thank you for taking the time to look it over." This part, at least, was genuine. No one was ever forced to help someone out, and regardless of who it was, Elijah had been raised to be polite, and to thank those who took the time to offer assistance to other people. Taking his essay back from Alan, he tucked it in his bag, glancing at Alan with a smile.

"I have to go," Elijah said apologetically, standing up and putting his things in his bag. "But it was nice meeting you! Really." Tucking his food containers into his bag as well, he extended his hand out for a parting handshake. "Hopefully we can do this again." Obviously, he really didn't want to 'do this again', but he knew it would be rude to leave without some reassurance that no, he didn't hate or dislike Alan. Well, of course, he was mildly annoyed by Alan, but it was vague enough yet reassuring enough at the same time that he hoped it would convince Alan that they were tentative friends.
𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚓𝚊𝚑

Sometimes, you just have to play the role of a fool to fool the fool who thinks they're fooling you.
ELIJAH HUANG→ 6 STA || 7 STR || 5 AGI || 12 CTRL