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DracikinsLuver4321 
He was right. She was a long way from home. It was her family she missed more than home. Even if she woke up every morning to one of her baby sister's screaming, or Raphael shooting her in the face with a water gun. She gave a half sort of smile. "And I just am sooo excited for all the essays and reports we'll soon be doing," she said in fake enthusiasm. Homework. Blah. She did it because she had to. The girl appreciated the cheering up he was trying to give. He was a 15 year old boy so what was she going to expect?
She watched as he walked in and took a seat. What was her owl's name? "Oh his name's Seuss. As in Dr. Seuss the author," Lucie grinned, remembering the childhood books her mother used to read her. Her mum read her all of the books he wrote probably. "You wouldn't mind helping me move my trunk up there would you?" she asked, pointing up at the rack above. "It's too heavy to lift by myself."
Essays and reports. Woo-hoo. No, not really. Though he grinned at her clear dislike of the schoolwork. That's one thing he wasn't anticipating about Hogwarts, but it's not like it could be avoided. "
Same. I really don't want to think about it." He'd much rather focus on.. this feast that was such a big deal? "
So, I've heard the house elves at Hogwarts are quite skilled with their cooking abilities. That's a plus." One hand slid into the pocket of his dark jeans and his fingers swept over a coin or two.
Seuss? Elliott wracked his brain, trying to recall the name. He was well-read, as dorky as that was, so he knew a decent amount of authors, but he just couldn't say he knew him. "
I don't think I'm familiar with Seuss' work.." He gave a sheepish smile.
His sight landed upon her trunk. "
Not at all," he answered, standing back up again. He grabbed the luggage by the bottom and the top handle and lifted it up to the storage area just above her head. "
A few perks to being tall," he admitted while he resumed his seat once again.