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sweetpinkpixie 
If Kurumi would have been any other person, the thought of eating dinner with house elves would have probably been a sad thing. However, the Gryffindor certainly didn't see it that way. They were good company and very hospitable. "Is it just large groups of people in general?" she asked, genuinely curious as to how Emrys worked. "There is and it caused quite the stir last term." Understatement, but it was only a curious child running around Hogwarts like it was its own personal playground. Come to think of it, weren't they supposed to have named it by now? Kurumi hadn't heard anything from Nimma about the matter.
Kurumi leaned back against the wall, resting her head on the stone and looking aimlessly up at the dancing trolls as he spoke. "That sounds...wonderful," she smiled, turning her gaze to look at him. Especially the bit about him learning wizarding things. She was jealous. "We have something in common, you know. We both only had family for friends growing up." It was a sad realization, but it was still a comfort to know that there was someone she could relate to on an emotional level. "I went to a nonmagical school...but no one ever spoke to me or let me in to their friendship circles. If it hadn't been for my brothers, I don't think I would have made it."
Violet eyes definitely still on him when he spoke, Kurumi wonder if what he had just asked her was the same thing he had almost asked her earlier? It certainly seemed that way. "Of course," she nodded. Really, he didn't need to be so embarrassed about it. "I was actually going to ask you if maybe you would teach me how to make a banana boat."
Emrys crossed his arms in front of his chest and thought a moment, his head bouncing back and forth as he considered her question.
"Yes and no." That was what he'd settled on.
"Large groups are bad, one-on-one is hard, and in medium groups, I'm only ok if I know no one is looking at me." Social anxiety, much? It made some classroom situations, like whenever they were sat in a circle, practically unbearable. He muddled through, but his focus wasn't as sharp and he certainly wasn't able to participate.
"I... I think it's because of what happened in my old school. I c-couldn't say or d-do anything without being bullied."
He nodded at her explanation of the house elf baby, but turned to look at her fully when she mentioned that they had something in common and shared a bit about her school. He smiled, silently, waiting a few moment before explaining why he seemed to enjoy what was probably a painful thing to share.
"No one's ever said they had something in common with me before." He paused, before adding,
"I'm sorry your classmates weren't good to you." Because man, did he know what that felt like.
And there were no words when she agreed to help him and shared that she was going to ask him about the banana boats. His smile broke into a grin as he nodded enthusiastically, his glasses sliding down his nose as he did so.
"That sounds like a plan, then," he said definitively. "I'll bring the goods, and you get use into the Room."
So long as he didn't embarrass himself royally between now and then, it might not be so bad.