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Lislchen 
'Kind of mean'? Olly just smirked at him broadly with her eyebrows raised. "I hope you're not expecting an apology." Because there was NO way he was getting one. Nope. Sorry, Józsua. And a repeat performance? At this she looked him over as if she could tell the answer by his appearance. "Yeah...probably." And in reply to his argument about the kitchen. "Oh, I'm sure you'll come up with some other weird stuff to do, yeah?"
From which she would save him.
Or you know, not.
Oh great, couldn't people just let it go? If she introduced herself as 'Olly' then it was VERY LIKELY that that was what she wanted to be called too. So why was he asking for her full name? That earned him a moment of silence. "...yeah. It's short for Olivia." No calling her that, though, okay? Okay. Her amused smirk was back a second later, almost as if it hadn't momentarily vanished at all. Everything's fine. Carry on.
She'd already figured he was a transfer, since she'd seen him at the sorting. And he clearly wasn't a first year so. Hungarian. Interesting. "So your name has nice little lines on top of the letters then?" She even drew a line in the air for emphasis. But now they were back on her? "I'm from Bristol." He'd know where that was right? Plus, she didn't have much time to add anything else since they'd almost arrived at the kitchen.
Fooooood, here we come.
Ah, the smirking continued and that look she was giving him was a little disconcerting. Still Józsua smiled back, amused.
“I think my point's just been proven.” He stated teasingly in reply. That the lack of apology proved she was 'kinda mean'.
Weird stuff? He laughed brightly.
“You should never judge someone on first meetings! I'm not usually so.. weird.” He protested, slightly embarrassed, but amused at the same time. Although Olly would probably disagree because Józsua was a boy, and despite being quite a well-to-do boy, all boys were weird at some level according to girls. Of course that argument could be countered with how complicated girls were and it was their fault that boys were weird in the first place. Action and reaction.. y'know?
Sudden awkward, albeit brief, silence. Józsua blinked and realised he had asked the wrong question. At last she answered. The silence sort of said it all.
“I'm guessing you're not keen on your name.” He replied. So it would be 'Olly' then. Which was a good name he had to admit.
“Olly's nice.” He added with a nod of the head. Usually more suited to a boy but that made it all the more interesting.
He smiled a little.
“Above the 'O'. So it's Joe-sua, not Joshua.” He explained because, like Olly and her dislike of 'Olivia', he HATED being called Joshua. It was like people were too lazy to bother making an effort to say his name properly. He personally found it to be disrespectful.
Bristol? He gave a nod of his head. He knew where Bristol was. Most people talked funny from there.
Oh, and they were finally at the kitchen. The smell of baking almost made the fifteen year old DROOL. He gestured for the Hufflepuff girl to go first... because Józsua was a gentleman, no?