SPOILER!!: Phillip
Oh, was this guy talking to HIM?
Getting this eleven year old's attention -- who had a short attention span, let me tell you -- wasn't hard, it was just hard maintaining it. So, it was no wonder that the sound of a voice nearby talking made him turn his head towards the.......... boy. Boy who had gotten sorted a little after him, right? Had he? He forgot.
"Hey, guy, don't throw a hissy fit," AHAHAHA. HISSY fit. HISSY. Because they were Slytherins. GEDDIT?? He was so funny. "We're just BORED and waiting for the food to arrive." He said all of this while grinning his bestest grin ever. If the words were harsh, the grin should balance it out. He hoped. Then MAYBE he wouldn't get into trouble. It was only his first day, after all.
Oh and someone (Maggie) was looking over here. Kind of. Phillip liked to think so, anyways. So he gave her his most INNOCENT cutesy grins and waved. Nothing to see here, lady, carry on.[/COLOR]
Tom pursed his lips together in displeasure (the joke going right over his head). He wasn't throwing a fit! He was just asking a perfectly good question! The other boy was giving him an enormous grin, but Tom really just wished he'd stop banging on the table. Everything had been peaceful and orderly at home; was this kind of chaos and noise what it was always going to be like at school?
"You're bored..." he repeated slowly, trying to work out the problem in his mind,
"...so you bang on the table?"
Maybe table-drums were normal here? Although nobody else seemed to be doing it, and a slightly older-looking Slytherin girl (
Maggie) was looking at the two boys with about as much annoyance as Tom felt, so it didn't
seem like it was usual behavior.
Tom decided to try to pay attention to his talk with Oliver and ignore the other things that were making him uncomfortable. The older boy who had seemed friendly with Oliver muttered something to him, and Tom strained to listen just in time to hear him introduce himself.
"Tom," he replied, wondering whether he should hold out his hand all formally like he'd seen adults do. He'd never been around other kids before really, but he didn't want to make a fool of himself by doing something he wasn't supposed to do
or accidentally insult anyone by not doing something he was supposed to do. Hopefully Colt wouldn't mind either way; he seemed like a pretty nice guy, if the way he'd been trying to comfort Oliver was anything to go by.
SPOILER!!: Oliver
"Are you the youngest in your family?" Olly loved hearing other people talk about their family. Everybody had different household structures and it was quite interesting how nobody had exactly the same experiences. Diversity. He loved that about people.
Tom had lived ABROAD? Olly's eyes grew wide at that. "Where did you live? What was the name of his school? Was it a wizarding school?" He'd only heard of a few. The big four, of course. Practically everybody knew about those. He hadn't heard of many others but he knew there were a lot out there. A lot that were smaller, less well-known, but no less exciting or credible.
Since they were talking about siblings and all, Olly pointed at Ellery. Since she was right next to him, though, it ended up with him just poking her shoulder. "This is my sister, Ellery. She's a first year too, but she got Gryffindor. We're twins, well triplets, and we're always together." He supposed he was lucky that they were in the same school. Different houses wasn't that bad, was it?
...yes it was. It was terrible.
"Triplets?!" Tom couldn't help but exclaim, glancing back and forth between the two siblings as if he'd be able to see something special now that he knew that piece of information. He'd never met any real-life twins before, much less triplets! He supposed that he couldn't really understand what it must be like to be separated from a twin, even if you were in the same school. He thought about pointing out that at least they could see each other practically all the time and would probably even have some classes together, but Oliver had seemed so down when he'd been talking about
that subject that Tom figured he'd better keep his mouth shut.
Instead, he tried to focus on the questions Oliver had asked about his own family.
"We lived in Russia," he began, thinking carefully over how to answer the questions.
"My mother's family was from there--and my father's, too, from like a hundred years ago or something. The wizarding school is called Koldovstoretz." "And I'm the youngest, yeah. It's just the two of us, actually." He eyed
Ellery and Oliver curiously, and even though he didn't want to drag the other boy's mood down again by accident, he found that the question just bubbled up inside of his stomach and up out of his mouth before he could stop himself.
"Where's the other triplet?" he blurted, hoping it was an okay question to ask.