 <3 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
The book was supposed to be Józsua's silent, yet polite, way of saying, 'please don't talk to me'. He tore his eyes from the pages and looked over at Terry, his brow raised a tiny bit. He closed his book, leaving his thumb between the pages to keep his place and leaned over the side of his bed to look for this sock.
Euh...
Really?
Being untidy at your own side of the dorm was FINE. But leaving your dirty ol' socks under your dorm mate's bed was unacceptable. He dropped his book on the floor, losing his place and picked up the offending sock between his finger and thumb and chucked it at Terry.. aiming on purpose for his face.
“S'early in the year for your slobbiness to be spreading over here, Terry.” He smiled a little bit, obviously teasing. He fished for his book which had slipped under his bed when another of the seventh years joined them.
Ascanius................
Grabbing at his book, he sat up and looked at the other boy, returning his nod. “Ascanius.”
They'd talked. That look told him LOUD AND CLEAR that they had talked.
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Józsua's heart speeded up a bit, but he kept his expression as calm as ever. Nothing to see here, folks..
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