He smiled at the action, “trust me, I’d be more appreciative of not hearing it,” he chuckled. As their conversation moved to the fruit, his face lit up. “They look so funny,” he laughed lightly. “Like little butts,” he smirked to himself, the mind of an infant, easily amused by the dumbest things.
Will glanced up from his console as he pressed his lips into a fine line. “I’m not a bad Slytherin. I like to think I am not quite as bad as the stigma of a Slytherin,” he shrugged his shoulders. “It is tricky, living with people who are stuck in a way of thinking. I personally think we can learn a great deal from muggles,” he said in the confides of those walls. He wouldn’t dare say anything like that while in their common room. “I just like video games, that’s all.”
“oh, yeah. we can learn to be way more accepting, for one.” roxanne agrees, frowning as she shuffles so she can pull her legs, bent at the knee, up onto the seat with her. it’s more comfortable this way, she thinks. “not that they’re perfect, but holy shit. if someone can’t even take out a game system -- which in my humble opinion is a form of magic, and i’ll die by that -- then maybe this world isn’t so great after all.”