Many were kind enough to accept his pastry and warm smile, even going as far as to compliment him or his baking briefly before carrying along on their day. Others though didn't give him the same comment, throwing statements like 'what's up with your voice?' 'you sound weird' 'your voice is silly'. It makes him want to curl up and give in, but he knows he shouldn't. Despite their rude nature, some still accept his offering and pass along. It's very stressful for him to do.
Carefully, Marco approached another girl, a Slytherin girl who looked to be around his age. He doesn't know what it is, but Slytherins make him nervous. It's not like he dislikes them, or thinks that they're evil, no, not in the least bit. He knows that some of them are actually good people. But it's their aura hat makes them a bit... intimidating. But he still smiles though, holding out his basket towards her. "H-hallo! I'm Marco, would you like a pastry?" He said brightly, though the words sounded mechanical, almost rehearsed. Though a bit of his accent definitely shined through, especially with the words 'hello', his name 'Marco', and 'pastry'. It's those 'a' sounds that are getting to him.
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