SPOILER!!: purple lovin' boy <3
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Lockhartian 
Having those violet eyes looking back at him was something worth smiling about. If his favorite color was other than purple, then he probably wouldn't have paid much attention to them.
Okay. He understood. And he couldn't blame her. One of the reasons for the Lockhart kids to not get along was because one managed to meet their mother and the other didn't. In Treyen's case, he would've wanted to know her...thing is...he can still ask and get answers, but it'll never be the same.
The boy nodded, while holding a small smile, "Then we better get started," he said, his smile widening.
He frowned, almost instantly, the smile...POOF! Gone. "But, the same reason could apply to that, you know, in case someone recognized him," he said, eyes on Kurumi, as usual. "Are your brothers like you, Kurumi?" he said, gesturing to her hair, he didn't want to say 'Metamorphmagus' aloud.
But then the Gryffindor girl gave him a Daily Prophet's edition and he eyed the date, "2049?" his eyes were widening by the second, "Exactly how many years are you planning on doing the research around?" he blinked a couple times as he noticed that perhaps the stack of things he thought to be books, were actually Daily Prophet editions.
Well, HE had nothing to do. He could go through half of those newspapers if Kurumi needed him to. And he'll do so with a smile on his face. As long as cupcakes would happen next.
He had to smile, but it was a shy kind of smile, "Yeah, with most people," he shouldn't complain about the one exception. His eyes were on the Prophet when she spoke next, and he noticed something in her voice, "What do you know?" he said, eying her curiously, and taking his attention from some old news about a man named Kazimeriz.
Kurumi's hands tightened their grip on the Daily Prophet in her hands, crinkling the pages, when Treyen asked about her brothers. "
No..." she said shaking her head. "
The gene," or whatever it was called, "
seems to have skipped over them. They are all exceptionally good at Transfiguration however." She supposed there was a sort of connection there, if you squinted at the facts. "
Father told me that my brother Takashi was transfiguring pocket watches into rabbits by age three. Startled my mother naturally. He was always the smartest in the family. Sorted into Ravenclaw actually."
She turned the page and scanned the titles again. Nope, nothing in this issue.
She set it on a separate stack and picked up an issue from the end of March. Before looking at the front page, she looked up at Treyen and laughed at the facial expression on his face. "
As many as it takes," she said in a very serious tone as the edge of her lip quivered. Unable to keep her straight face much longer, she burst into a small fit of laughter. "
I'm kidding! I do have my other studies to attend to." She covered her mouth for a moment to contain a snort. "
2049 should be enough. It's the year my brother Ryunosuke was born in and mother mentioned a fire of some sort that year."
Kurumi turned her attention back towards her Prophet, but found her gaze once again locked on the Prefect. "
T-Treyen," she said shyly reaching across and resting her small hand on his arm. "
Thank you...for you know, helping me. I-I've been afraid of doing this on my own. Adam...he...he used to help me figure things out..." She frowned again and the shimmer returned to her eyes. "
I'll bake you any cupcake you want after this," she continued smiling at him as bravely as she could.
After squeezing his arm softly, her eyes flicked back to the Prophet on her lap and now it was her turn for her eyes to widen. There, on the front cover, was a large picture of the same man from the Ministry book and the words '
Winged Horsemen Meets a Tragic End' above it.