[center][h3][color=FFA500]Hyacinthus Trivett[/color][/h3]
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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] On The Train
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Alva Jay Zolkin [@HaleyTheRandom] & Zeke Rowle [@Mivuli][/center][hr][hr]
[color=FFA500]"Nah, you'd [i]never[/i] hit me. I'm adorable."[/color] Hyacinthus joked between giggles, bumping his head against AJ's shoulder. He let out a happy little sigh as his laughter subsided, the blue box still in his hand, silently begging him to be opened. Or so he felt. [color=FFA500]"All that stuff indeed! I went with my sisters to Patagonia and saw the Nahuelito. Turned out it was actually a huge trout. And all the chocolate was so good! And there were so many different sorts of wild berries! And the people were really nice... Well, except for my sisters. The kinda threw me into the lake on the first day, and I had this ugly cold for the rest of the summer... But it was fun!"[/color]

He untangled himself a bit from the older girl and turned his eyes to the box, eager to see what was inside, until he heard a somewhat familiar voice tear his attention away from the little mystery. The tone threw him off a bit, since he had never heard Zeke sound so friendly, or at least [i]that[/i] close to friendly, but it was definitely the red-haired boy. And lo and behold, his green eyes confirmed his deductions, as they gazed into the seldom-smiling Slytherin's smirking face, and suddenly the older boy's dark brown eyes were on him.

That made Hyacinthus a bit nervous, to say the least, though not in a particularly unpleasant way. In fact, the nod and strange sort of greeting he got next turned those small nerves into a little ball of fluttering energy, which in turn transformed his momentarily wide-eyed, bewildered look into a broad smile, the likes of which left his eyes half-lidded, followed by a small laugh.

[color=FFA500]"Hi and all right to you too!"[/color] He said, the box now forgotten in his lap as he sat with his legs crossed on the comfy seat. He reached out with a pale hand, clean save for some dirt underneath his fingernails. A souvernir from his last morning in the gardens of Startifant Hall, spent tending to a very sickly Venomous Tentacula that had grown fond of him and his reading of poems by Jorge Luis Borges. [color=FFA500]"You're Zeke, right? Your hair looks really neat. I think it's Carphalea red. Carphaleas are very handsome... but they're not good potion ingredients. Oh, and I'm Jazz. Do you want to sit with us? How were [i]your[/i] holidays?"[/color]