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Where Diamond had already an idea on trends and expression, Elias was still attempting to find himself when it came to his clothes. He knew what he didn’t like far more than what he did and the constant voice in the back of his head telling him to ‘dress like he means business’ was constantly whirring around in his mind leaving his experimentation for the privacy of himself and occasionally his dorm. It didn’t stop him from passing judgment on everyone else’s choices though. “I don’t necessarily think that being forced to wear a uniform is a bad thing, I just don’t think our uniforms are it.” The worst case scenario should he be given complete freedom over his wardrobe was that others would judge HIM for his choices. It was all rather hypocritical. It was the robes really, they were stuck in the thirteenth century.
He didn’t mean to get defensive, he just wanted to make it clear that he COULD spend a small fortune on merchandise if he wanted to. He certainly wasn’t going to, it was begrudging him that he’d have to make an investment in a present already. “My brother is prone to believing he is invincible.” Which involved swimming in partially frozen lakes in the middle of the winter and attempting to jump the last few steps of the already moving staircase and what he would imagine would be a permanent bed in the hospital wing by his seventh year. “At least your brother has chosen an activity that uses some skill and not brutality. I prefer chess myself.”
Had he not already decided that she was not a hindrance to his day, he might’ve made a comment about being an announcer as an indication that she loved the sound of her own voice. She was spared from any commentary, her negative opinions about Quidditch swaying him enough to determine she was of sound mind. “You’re exempt from any judgment.. for now” The corners of his mouth twitched into what could be construed as the beginnings of a smirk. “I suppose I understand loyalties but that doesn’t eradicate that players are idolised for being brutes without brains.” The brutes that HAD brains were arguably even worse.
“Elias” he responded, surnames apparently unnecessary considering she had mentioned him being a Greenwood earlier. He wasn’t unaware of the Marchbanks name but his interests lay firmly away from the entertainment industry thinking that it was full of arrogance and nepotism. Ask him whether he had ever read Witch Weekly and the Slytherin would fervently deny it but as of recently he may have perused a copy or two after they had been left in the library. He couldn’t deny that the advice for fixing the third-year hair woes was more useful than anything he could find on his bookshelf. “I know.” He might’ve kept his social circle atomically small but he WAS observant enough to know and recognise some of his classmates, particularly those whose existence he hadn’t eradicated from his mind. It was a compliment really.
Deciding that the t-shirt was the least offensive thing to his eyes compared to some of the other useless tat that had been inflicted onto his retinas, he shoved it under his arm and sauntered over to the counter. “I’ll see you at school” he nodded towards Diamond, something he didn’t say often as his usual tactic was to avoid most people and with the briefest hint of a smile.
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