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He could have understood that dislike, given it was a reason why he often chose to not speak at all anyways. It was much easier to not be misunderstood if you remained silent. Though his... friendships he supposed, were helping him become far more vocal. Though the likelihood of him ever being a real chatterbox was highly unlikely. "That's fair enough. I find that when I do that I usually end up at the kitchens." A half smile here, because it was an entirely truthful statement. It was good there were so many stairs at Hogwarts and that he was all the way on the seventh floor and the kitchen the other end of the castle.
"It's okay. I imagine with as much as the portraits can enjoy talking, if he was feeling up to it he would have appeared." So he'd respect that and come back at a later time. "I don't want to be an inconvenience on him either."
At the question, he reached into his satchel, pulling out his notebook from their previous explorations and opening it up. "Right here." His drawings would have just confused him, so really it was just a list of detailed notes on where they'd been and what they had found. "Do you have yours?"
The kitchens, hm? Now that was a good place to be. Lia couldn't deny that she didn't go there often herself.
"Just the mention of the kitchen make me hungry," she giggled.
"I end up there constantly." Lots of the time it was sandwiches and picnic foods, other times little snacks to hold her over until meals.. and then.. there was simply all of the times where she just wanted ICE CREAM. Mmmm, ice cream. Great now she wanted some. This thought reminded her that she still had that sugar quill in her hand, which once again found its way to her mouth so she could nipple at the tip of it.
"Want one? I have more in my bag."
There was the briefest moment of consideration on her part before a small nod of her head was given.
"That's probably true. He probably gets tired of listening to all of our chatter each and everyday anyhow." These corridors tended to get really noisy at times.
When Evan reached into his bag and pulled out his notebook, she smiled.
"Yup! In my bag as always." One of the many things she kept with her at all times. Reaching into her bag with her free hand and rummaging around for a moment she pulled it out and flipped it open.
"Are we starting right here?"