"I do smile," he replied, knowing she was teasing him. He could hear it in her tone of voice, but it still bothered him. He also didn't think he acted grumpily. It wasn't his fault that other people irritated him most of the time.

the fourth year crossed his arms in a defensive stance and leaned against one of the bookshelves, his wand still in his hand. "Yes, really," he had gotten used to people's reactions to him not having engaged in some of the most commonplace childhood experiences.

It wasn't that he couldn't but that he didn't want to. And it wasn't because he didn't have any friends before he first arrived at Hogwarts. "Besides, even if I wanted to make one, our head housemaid would be mad at me for using the blankets and cushions around the house." She was the one employee at home he hadn't attempted to get fired because he liked her. She was a hard worker with a no-nonsense attitude.

"Anyway, even if I had built one, I wouldn't have done it with my own hands."He'd tell others to make him one. This piqued his interest."How come you didn't apply magic to reach up top?"