"I think so." He breathed, his answer quiet amongst the shelves. It was a big statement to make concerning someone so affluent in their history. "It's true he was in Gryffindor and they are known for their bravery but I don't really think he knew he had it. The courage. It was like..." He let his words drift off, feet shuffling a bit in the aisle they'd paused in. It was like what he was trying to say earlier. That sometimes hero's don't even realize they're the hero until suddenly they are.
"It was like he never tried to save anyone or be a hero. He just was one, you know?" The kind of person who didn't think they could be or didn't even want to be the hero of the story. A shy grin was offered towards his newly found friend as he turned to continue down the rows. Harry Potter was the kind of person that gave kids like him, the shy ones and the ones who really weren't that heroic hope that they might have that same courage hidden in them, waiting just ready to emerge on the day it was needed. A comforting thought.
A few nuisance curls where pushed from his face and Khris took a steadying breath before grinning once more.
"And you never need to apologize for rambling." Khris' offered a cheerful smile over his shoulder, the last few steps taken towards the finally found shelf. The dust had been disturbed. He could see it, long stripes smoothing across the silver titles from where his fingers had trailed a few days prior. "I ramble all the time. My mum says it's a good thing and that it means you're excited about what you're saying but I'm not so sure." A bright -albeit still slightly awkward- giggle was offered, the books and the shelves supporting them seeming to hold their breath as the cheerful noise echoed in the silence. He flushed as his laughter bounced back but continued anyway, a short nod given in invitation for Edric to join him as he knelt, bony knees popping and long fingers reaching for the book they'd been searching for. "I think there's a difference between babbling and rambling. One's because of excitement and the other is because of nerves. Sometimes they combine into both though... That's mostly what I do."
The book slid from the shelf with a slight puff of dust motes and Khris wrinkled his nose at the sight. Really though... Why no one was reading these treasures was beyond him. The book wasn't too old, a small thing that was published about 50 years ago or so, a baby in the scheme of novels but with the layer of dust covering the title it looked far older and far more neglected than the more famous of the old wizarding books found nearer the front.
Khris slid his hand over the title carefully, the chalky letters turning bright as the dust was pushed away. "I'd like to read it together, if that's okay." He turned to meet Edric's eyes with a happy sort of grin and a nervous shrug of shoulders. It would be like having a friend. A good one. One that he could talk to regularly and about things that were just... good. Books, heroes, real ones and not, the hopes of perhaps being one someday. "Maybe once a week? We could read it separate or together or..." An embarrassed chuckle, another attempted push at his rebellious curls. "If you want we could read it aloud? I don't mind reading if you'd rather not, though I'm sure it would be lovely."
"Don't ever mistake my silence for ignorance, my calmness for acceptance, or my kindness for weakness." -Unknown