 • HuffleStud • Knight of The Zodiac • Manly Beard-Grower • Cicatrice de Harry •
Paul couldn't help rolling his eyes. All the dramatics to be happening. And shoulder bumping. Nope, he was not going to bump back as he folded his arms. He couldn't understand after three years of trying to ditch him, Idris seemed to just come right back faster than a rash. Not that he was as bothersome. But still. He didn't deserve a friend like them.
Zen... right. Her. She was okay, he guessed. "...and what if she's in Gryffindor? Don't you want to be there ready to greet her?" He asked. They weren't going to be allowed to leave the table until the food arrived. Yep, I’m sure you would. His head turned to face, ready to glare and tell him there's no way he would and that he can just go away and figure it out on his own. But that stupid face of him and his smile. The thought immediately vanished. It was annoying that he couldn't be mean to this guy for long and he didn't understand why.
Instead, Paul looked away again, unintentionally bumping his shoulder in doing so. "Well, if you already knew that, why ask?" He thought it was weird when people asked questions that they likely knew the answer to. "So... where's Nesquik? Did he find himself another girlfriend already?" Mainly because it was also weird to not feel those claws sinked into his skin after some time.
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