SPOILER!!: this is where the conversation came from, he ain't talking by himself, really =P
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Snape'sGirlThru&Thru
Right, so, enough thinking about that knarl turning into some mad wizard. He was a real knarl. A really real one. Not a Dark Wizard in disguise. Right? Right. So it was time to relax and stop thinking that an evil person was going to just pop up and attack them.
Relax by thinking about Quidditch. That was quite calming and soothing, wasn't it? Not really, but it was better than thinking about someone coming to attack them. So Vashti nodded her agreement to Treyen's comment about the Huffie Captain playing for the Harpies. 'Twas very amazing and cool.
She raised an eyebrow when he admitted he didn't like the yellow and preferred purple - !! - and blue. She couldn't remember ever meeting a boy who admitted to liking purple. "I like both of those colors too," she said, "especially blue." Which was part of the reason why she liked Ravenclaw so much.
At the mention of the food trolley, Vashti's stomach rumbled quietly. She'd forgotten that she hadn't eaten breakfast this morning - perhaps getting a little something at the trolley would be a good idea. "I think I'll come," she said, getting to her feet as well. "I could use something to eat."
Yes, it was a bit odd, the purple part. But after last term, he ought to finally embrace the fact that he truly liked the color. There was no way of not accepting it. Though, he could've said just blue. But the truth was he actually preferred the purple stripe on his purple/blue scarf.
His most favorite scarf ever.
"Yes, they're nice colors indeed, I do prefer the purple myself," but no lilac, eh? He was no Gilderoy. He'd never wear one of those lilac cloaks like the one Emalyn had back in Diagon Alley. No.
And he'd been like a gentleman when he allowed Vashti to come out of the compartment first, but no idea as to why he was arriving first at the trolley, ha.
He'd already taken one pack of droobles (the knarl successfully asleep on a pocket) when he noticed something...
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The Cultists
Under a pile of chocolate frogs there seemed to be a few copies of
The Quibbler stacked up. Only 12 Sickles!
...Huh?
"The Quibbler? What's this doing here?" in all his years, roughly three, he's never seen The Quibbler on the food trolley. It was a rather odd sight.
He took one, nonetheless, and eyed it curiously.