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RRdem Rayedem merely watched as a smile appeared and vanished from Evan's face. He didn't like this. Evan, girls? That's nothing new. Evan, girl problems? Also old story. Evan.. Being so miserable because of girls? Now that's what's new.
He nodded at some points during Evan's story to let him know that he had been listening, and understood. Well, he didn't actually understand, but at least he knew. Fallon? Oh, right.. He only caught the sight of her several times in the Diagon Alley, and about once or twice while at school. And the point is, Evan was having a hard time.
Rayedem leaned across the table to give Evan a reassuring pat on his shoulder, but he knocked over a sugar bowl on his way. "Woobs." he made a mess when it was the time to be really serious. Hurriedly tidying up the table, he sat back on his chair and started talking,
"Hey, whad arh dee oder dhings? Mahbee I can helhp." he said, hesitating about saying what he had on his mind, not wanting to make Evan feel more miserable. I'll tell him, he thought, later.. Just a little later.
Good that Rayedem knew Fallon, or at least pretended like he knew him. Evan wasn't really up for a description. That was why he liked Rayedem, he knew what to do. Or how to cheer him up, by knocking a sugar bowl. Evan laughed on that. He wasn't sure if it was on purpose or not, nor did he care. Rayedem was his friend, and a good one.
The other things... they were more serious.
"Fallon has some friends..." Duh, everyone in this school had friends.
"Who don't like me, and who are also second year Slytherins. So basically, I don't have any friend besides you, Shana, Blake and Lyra." After that leave, Fallon was out of his 'friends' list, and probably so was he on hers.
"And not having friends is bad. I really can't see why they don't like me. If only I could understand..." he trailed off again, now talking more miserable. He'd normally stop talking there, but he had had much.
"You know how they call me? Fallon's friends I mean? 'The pretty egoistical Scouse' !" If he was a girl, he'd already have cried a river. But he was a male and he merely sounded miserable, looking furious.