Friends Huh?
We talked for hours, about nothing and everything. It felt nice to truly let myself be me, even if I didn't quite know what that meant yet. We talked for so long that we broke curfew. Honestly, this should've been my first warning on what being friends with them was going to entail.
"Hurry up! He's going to catch us!" Oliver and Sebastian ran down the massive expanses of hallways, trying to out maneuver Mr. Filch in order to safely make it back to their respective dorms. They started running up a stair case when it jolted into motion. Oliver fell to his knees, Sebastian stumbled and caught himself on the railing.
"What's happening!?" Oliver cried out.
"The staircases are changing," Sebastian explained.
"What! Why?" Oliver looked up at Sebastian with a mix of shock and confusion.
"They sense where you need to go and change ways to fit your needs,"
"Well I need to go that way!" Oliver wildly gesturing to another staircase.
Sebastian rolled his eyes at Oliver's dramatics. "Look, you have to follow where the stairs take you. It's not like you could jump to the one you need," Sebastian felt his stomach drop at the look in Oliver's eye, something in him screamed that he wasn't going to like what would follow this look.
"I've always been able to jump pretty far," Oliver murmured.
Sebastian stared at Oliver in shock upon hearing him speak. Watching Oliver climb on top of the railing.
"I'll see you tomorrow," Oliver waved to Sebastian (who would swear that Oliver's eyes flashed grey) and jumped towards the staircase that he needed. Oliver grappled with the banister before pulling himself up and over.
"Are you crazy!?" Sebastian had a white knuckle grip on the banister, dark brown eyes blown wide in shock.
"Just a bit!" Oliver yelled back. "See you tomorrow!" he called, jogging up the stairs and disappearing around the corner.
Sebastian stared in shock as Oliver jogged towards his own dorm, only snapping out of his daze when he heard Mr. Filch's cat.
Draco definitely should be paying attention as he was currently sat in his defense class. But like previous years, this year's DADA professor was pretty useless. Draco lifted his head from the book to look at Professor Moody, raising an eyebrow at the lesson that was going on. Well maybe not useless, but he's fucking weird.
He really needed to grab a DADA book from the library; he also should grab a transfiguration book so he could finish his essay that he hasn't started yet. Draco sighed before returning to his book, it was quite interesting.
It's been a couple weeks since the start of the school year. Sebastian never really talked to anyone in his house. Although, not a lot of people tried to talk to him after seeing him hanging around a Gryffindor.
Well, Sebastian's not the only one having problems making friends within their own house. With no one to talk to (and no one he wanted to talk to) Sebastian would observe everyone else, paying especially close to attention to his friends (well he wouldn't exactly call them his friends but...yeah).
Henry made quite a few friends within his own house, but Hufflepuffs are pretty friendly. Daniel hasn't even tried to talk to anyone in his house. Sebastian's pretty sure he saw Daniel snarl at the last person that tried to talk to him that wasn't in their little group. Oliver on the other hand has actually been trying, and failing, to make friends within his own house. He's pretty sure the reason Oliver isn't making friends is because of his friendship with Sebastian.
Sebastian redirected his gaze down towards his breakfast. It'd honestly be better for all of them if they stopped talking to him. He knows Slytherin isn't exactly a popular house, maybe he should cut ties with them first. It'd benefit all parties if he did.
He was so deep in thought that he didn't realize when everyone started whispering. He only snapped out of it when he saw someone sit in front of him. He rolled his eyes, preparing to tell the person to bugger off when he finally saw who exactly sat in front of him. "Oliver what are you doing?" he hissed, leaning in towards Oliver, dark brown eyes darted around taking notice of everyone staring at them.
"Eating breakfast," Oliver answered. He may have seemed calm to anyone else, but Sebastian noted the slight tremor to his hands as he piled food onto his plate, the way his eyes seemed determined to never leave the table.
"At the Slytherin table?" Sebastian asked incredulously.
Oliver glanced up at Sebastian before quickly returning his gaze to his plate. "Well, there's no rule saying students have to sit at their house tables during regular meal times," Oliver shrunk down in his seat, hunching over his plate.
Sebastian stared at Oliver in shock. "I-yes you're not wrong, but why?"
"Am I not allowed to sit with my friend?" Oliver quirked an eyebrow, his fingers nervously twitching.
Draco stopped short. Now that he thought about it, there really was no rule forbidding students from sitting at other tables. Maybe he should try it, there's that weird Ravenclaw girl, she seems to know a lot about magical creatures and he is struggling in that class.
Now with that settled, Draco closed his book and steeled his resolve, he would sit with Luna Lovegood at dinner.
It wasn't even lunch yet and Draco's resolve was crumbling, and fast. What reason would he even have to sit with her! They've never spoken before! Not to mention the why?! Just because some Gryffindor did it? He's never cared about Gryffindor before! Why would he even want to do this?
Draco was walking to his potions class while having this minor breakdown when a thought struck him. Friends. That's what he wanted. He wanted real friends, not the people he spoke to in his house (associates at best). But actual friends, someone who would come sit at his table because they liked him, not his name, not his status, him!
Draco's lip curled at the thought. Friends. He didn't need friends, friends were for weak Hufflepuffs or dumb Gryffindors. They were a hinderance, a minor annoyance at best, that he couldn't afford.
Draco kept his thought process for the rest of the day, and at dinner, when he saw Luna at the end of the Ravenclaw table, no friends in sight and nose stuck in a book, and stopped for a second. Well, maybe he spaced out for a second, happens to everyone. He shook his head and sat down at the Slytherin table.
"Friends huh?" he chuckled. "Ridiculous,"