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        - ; ˟ elias is generally a very o p e n person. though sometimes with more energy than others can handle, and ever mischievous, he’s never b l a t a n t l y hostile, or reserved for that matter. he’s only ever known to be a bit cheeky, but always good at talking his way out of situations with a bright smile and a laugh that’s contagious. but he supposes all his friends could feel his mood -- radiating off of him in solemn waves, though his smile and his laugh are present throughout the day -- although maybe a little bit more s u b d u e d. 

         and he stands against one of the balconies of the astronomy tower -- a tall, oddly placed figure overlooking the grounds. he figures he doesn’t have that much time, considering how s o m e of his friends seem to take it upon themselves to update his brother on his ( lack of ) well being. his fingers rub almost guiltily against the cigarette loosely held between his index and thumb -- but drops to the grounds immediately below as he hears footsteps behind him, his tall stature startling as he jumps in surprise. he turns around, arms immediately going behind his back -- a habit he’s picked up from when he was young, eyes wide and innocent.

          - ;  ˟  the rustle of wings fills the air as xander sits in the corner of the owlery, a mess of hay surrounding him and a notebook in his lap. he stares blankly at the sheet of parchment splayed out against the hardcover binding, lips tugged into a small frown. with a sigh, he folds up the paper and shoves it into two random pages of his notebook and stands up, brushing the hay off of his pants and robes as owls flit around and zoom past his head. 

                    nothing. again. he received nothing.

         it was a week away from the summer vacation, and it’s another year of xander having to find somewhere-- anywhere-- to go until the term starts back up in the autumn. he supposes that’s the one downside of being ostracized by his less-than-pleasant family. he’s trudging back to the hufflepuff common rooms when he’s stopped, a shadow blocking the light filtering through the pillars of the outside hallway. his permanent scowl makes itself apparent as his head snaps up, ready to bite this person’s head off-- but at the familiar face, he just blinks, angry glare dissipating marginally.

        “oh. hey. you lookin’ for me?”