 Lovely | Captain Hurted | Ariana's Bane | Resident Antagonist | Unparalleled Delight
This past summer had been a blast, especially having his dormmate and actual mate Ty staying with him for the last two weeks of it. He'd shown him all his favourite places to hang out and the best graffiti (by yours truly), and even tried to teach him to board and to parkour. Ty was not very good at either, and Papā had not been too happy about the latter, and especially that Elio had tried to teach the harder, dangerous stuff first, but Ty was fortunately content to watch Elio's flips and tricks... for a while, anyway.
The only thing was - and it was only a very little thing - the parting at Kings Cross had been... well. Listen. Elio knew a little bit about why Ty needed to stay at his, and he'd been so intent on helping he'd been ready to beg and whine and wheedle to get his papā to agree (none of which had turned out to be necessary). But. It was just that. Leaving was difficult. Elio had been soooo homesick last year, and now he knew just how much he'd miss home, and there was a part of him that was full of regret about not having those last few days, and that last big goodbye, completely to himself. He had had that, though. A private hug and goodbye from papā and his mum each. But still.
It was just one of those guilty little thoughts that Elio intended to keep locked safely in his head. He was happy to be there for his friend. He was.
They weren't together right now though; Ty had nipped off to the loo on their way into the Hall, and Elio was saving a space for him. Meanwhile he was trying to keep himself busy, and his hands in particular, fiddling with the cutlery on the table in front of him, or winding locks of his mane of hair around his fingers. He did try to watch the Sorting, but his gaze and his attention drifted a little more than was maybe strictly necessary.
Which was why he ended up looking at those two older students and their looped arms and lip-poking and general gooey-eyes, and catching a few snippets of their conversation about dates and snuggling and nooks. Without his being entirely aware of it, his expression slowly morphed into one not unlike how he might look after watching Cosmo hack up a fur ball, or after accidentally eating a cabbage-flavoured Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Bean.
__________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You?
You are Chocolate! |