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TheDarkLady 
"Hello, Chaucer. My name is Severia. It's a pleasure to meet you. And I love your gloves. I didn't mean to interupt you if I did. I just hate to see people alone. But seeing as you have company now, don't feel obligated to stay. Although you and your friend are welcome to stay if you like. Oh, look, now I'm babbling. Sorry." Severia said as she began to blush. What was with this blushing? Severia Gaunt doesn't blush! Hogwarts was doing something to her and she wasn't sure if she liked it.
"Severia! You like them? I wear them often! Well, I do clean them obviously, but I recently spilled some rose tonic on them and hadn't seen much sense in doing so as of late." Chaucer babbled as well, though it was not in his nature to notice it often.
"Well, I should seek Kate. But then, she is quite amicable with most and I'm certain you'll meet. Ah yes, very certain."
But there was the Ravenclaw boy too - he rather liked him. He was a remarkable reminder of himself in his past, before he had discovered the delight of a custom wardrobe.
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Egyptian_Blue Tobias tugged on a curl again. That was becoming a nervous habit; he really needed to stop. Nervous habits were not allowed in the Rivers family because Rivers were not nervous.
Hearing the boy speak for the first time, Tobias couldn't help but turn his head slightly to one side in an attempt to allow his words to sink into his brain. After deciphering his sentences, Tobias nodded in agreement. "I suppose I see your point," he said, picking up a spoon and tapping it lightly against the table, "individuality is good." As for it being a new trend, Tobias was unsure. He for one, did not have a pin with which to alter his tie.
"What year are you in?" he asked, "I don't think I've seen you around." And you are certainly older than me, he added silently.
Chaucer grinned; the boy seemed a touch nervous, likely because he himself cut such a fine and intimidating figure. His hair was nothing to shake a stick at either.
"Fourth year, and the better for it. Last year was a complete waste; the only new friend I made turned out to have some peculiar issues and burned down a school. I had almost lost all faith in associating with those outside family you know, but then you don't know. And didn't ask for that matter." Talking was becoming easier... perhaps he could do this after all! Images of stalking lonely hallways whisped away like mist.