He couldn’t quite put his finger on why she couldn’t see it, how she couldn’t understand how wrong it truly was. How wrong it was there in England, how much worse it would’ve been if they were in America. The age of consent different in both countries, younger in the country he moved to at a young age, but Albus and Scorpius not even close to the age they would need to be. Not that he assumed that she was interested in that way, but his mind beginning to run. It made him curious, made him wonder what she wanted with them. Was she even actually their friend? Or sad she just trying to get some sort of information from him? The question that was asked from out of the blue. That fact what only made it curiouser and curiouser.
But he brushed it off for now, he didn’t need to stand there and converse about two young boys he barely even knew.
He appreciated the step to the side despite the lack of interest in adding to his candy collection. There was no harm in picking out a few more different candies, chocolate he hadn’t yet tasted. But he wouldn’t even know where to start. It wasn’t like him to step into the joke shop, to wonder in there during the busiest of hours. A shop he was sure once filled to the brim, now needed to be fully stocked. His blue hues what flickered between the candy bars left and the girl he was still surprised asked to be his company. “You’re the chocolate expert, what’s the best thing left that I should go for?” Not that he could really carry much else, but that didn’t matter. His parents would be happy with the goodies he would bringing home, the goodies that would help take their minds off of the fact he was stalling endlessly for time.
“Are you sure you wanna go and do that?” The entire bar what seemed too much to him, what could possibly make her feel a little under the weather, if not actually physically sick. “Not that I’m trying to parent you or anything, but that amount all in one go won’t exactly make you feel great.” Too much cocoa, too much sugar, all in the space of a few minutes.
He still didn’t know what to think, Chad sure he raised his brows one too many times since coming face to face with Delphi. But he was warming up to her, he was getting used to her presence. He was still curious as to why she wished to join him but he didn’t question it. The company he would appreciate, maybe another excuse to stall when it came to collecting the single book he needed for his final year. Or maybe afterwards, once it was clasped within his hands. He wasn’t in a rush to return home. He wasn’t in a rush to hear his parents go on and on about how he needed to pick up his grades, how he needed to work hard in order to pass the year ahead. “Always? What, you don’t produce heat within your hands?” It wasn’t unknown to him, hands getting cold, but he was sure that they didn’t stay so for every hour of every day.
Why he was even asking, even responding to what she just so casually let slip he didn’t know. She was an interesting character. She wasn’t like anyone else, and in a way, that intrigued him. She wasn’t about to get old, about to become a bother. Her every word what drew him in. It was safe to say she was the first fellow wizard to grab his attention. No one he went to school with catching his eye, it was a shame she didn’t attend the wizarding school he was forced to. He could’ve found his first friend, someone to spend his free periods and great hall lunches with.
She had a point, as much as it sucked, as much as he hated it, he had to go through this part of his life in order to get to the future. But he often wondered when it came to the sudden move. Chad born and raised for the first few years of his life in America, only to move and be raised in England. He could’ve easily attended Ilvermorny, but was now attending Hogwarts. It wasn’t that he disliked the country he now resided in. He just never understood the move. It was difficult adjusting to the English language, the way everyone spoke, the different words he eventually caught onto. But his accent what hadn’t shifted, not yet lost or changed. What was more noticeable when surrounded by the many varieties of British accents. What he was sure she had noticed, heard, as they stood amongst fellow Brits just like herself. “That’s life.” There was nothing much else to say. It sucked half the time, more often than not at time’s. But there was nothing anyone could do.
“Yeah, I don’t think chocolate is really gonna get me through my final year.” Although he wished it could, he wished anything could. “I’m not even gonna get myself through my final year.” He didn’t have in him to study like his teachers asked of him. He didn’t have the right kind of mind to take in the information they wished for him to learn. It wasn’t easier just because it was magic. If anything it was harder. He would’ve preferred a school for the muggles, English and Maths and everything in between. “I didn’t, mostly ‘cause I haven’t picked up a history book.” Or if he had, he couldn’t remember, nor did he read that particular fact written within it.
“Anyway, are you ready to go and collect that one book? Or, I don’t know, help find me another distraction?” It wasn’t that he didn’t went to collect what was needed, he just didn’t want to think about his seventh and final year when just the thought caused him nothing but frustration.
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