[center][h3][color=FFA500]Hyacinthus Trivett[/color][/h3]
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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] On The Train / Hogwarts Great Hall
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Madison Li [@HushedWhispers], Thomas Creviki [@Chromane], Luke Weston [@WhiteStar19] & Johnson Leeds [@HushedWhispers][/center]
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The train's journey through the British countryside was a lot shorter than Hyacinthus remembered, although that might have been due to the good company. It had been nice to talk to Elize again, finding himself looking forward to the Herbology Club's first meeting of the year. Alva, though? As usual, she had left his sides hurting from all their shared laughter, the box that his mother had given to him lying still on his lap, long forgotten. As the train pulled into the station, and Hyacinthus saw the castle standing tall and inviting in the midst of the darkening sky, his goofy grin turned nostalgic.

He climbed down from the train, the air of the Scottish countryside filled his lungs as he took a deep, invigorating breath, and he took his first steps towards his second home, his grotesquely large trunk already waiting for him, Mellifluous' cage still on top, her eyes glimmering in the lights of the station.

After helping some first years with their trunks, and giving them a few encouraging words for good measure, his luggage was safely in his hands again, his pet fox lost in a flurry of enthusiastic barking. Pushing away from the train and towards the castle, he shouted goodbye to Alva, and began to absentmindedly hum a mix of Sondheim tunes, now and then giving acquaintances a polite hello as he passed by. He walked into the Entrance Hall as if it were that of his family's manor, and was greeted by a cacophony of hundreds of youthful voices as the students filled the warmly lit hall, trying to pass into the Great Hall, many of them for their first time.

A man suddenly appeared in the midst of the gathered crowed, almost as if out of thin air, to take Hyacinthus' luggage away, startling him far more than he would have preferred, making him cry out. Mellifluous was none too thrilled herself either, and made her sentiment known by growling at the stranger. Hyacinthus tried to soothe her with a few caresses with the tips of his fingers through the cage's bars, with some success, then thanked the man for his help and marched into the Great Hall, his legs carrying him without a moment of hesitation towards the Hufflepuff table.

In what felt like the mere blink of an eye, Hyacinthus found himself sitting among his friends again, the blue box sitting by his glasses and empty plate as he greeted them all with a bubbling voice. [color=FFA500]"My summer was great, thank you! But I missed you both lots! I wanted to send you letters and pictures while I was Patagonia, but my sisters were afraid our owls would get eaten by a chimango or something. I've been dying to hear from you all summer!"[/color]

To Thomas' question, the blond fifth year first responded with a sheepish grin, and there was the slightest tinge of red on his cheeks as he spoke, suddenly turning his head sideways. [color=FFA500]"Yeah, lots. Specially the ball. And potions. I really, really, really want to test some new recipes. In Patagonia, I found this really rare species of berry, which is..."[/color]

The arrival of another familiar person at their table interrupted Hyacinthus' merry rambling, and he found no will to continue when said person decided to sit beside him and greet him with nothing but a [i]frown[/i]. Luke Weston, ever the exception to every Hufflepuff stereotype, apparently could not be bothered to even pretend to be polite.

[color=FFA500]"Good evening."[/color] Hyacinthus said to him, the greeting accompanied by his best fake smile, small enough not to be entirely out of place.

The beginning of the sorting drew Hyacinthus' eyes away from Luke, and returned the sincerity to his expression. Throughout the whole thing he cheered for all the first years, and gave those who were sorted into Hufflepuff a hearty welcome, with promises of sweets and guidance when they all went to their common room after the Feast. By the time the Headmaster's speech concluded and the Feast began at last, Hyacinthus was feeling right at home again.

He ate the way he always ate: slowly, delicately, abiding by the strictest rules of etiquette... and occasionally giving himself permission to be subtly mischievous with his meal and his friends'. Really, he paid more attention to his fellow Hufflepuffs than to the food itself, sharing a happy chat with Thomas and Madison, pretending that Luke had not partially killed his appetite.

[quote]"[color=gold]How have you two been, anyways?[/color]" Luke asked, looking at Thomas and Madison. He glanced at Jazz and said, "[color=gold]You [i]three[/i] I mean. Oh, Jazz! You know, I think I heard someone say that Johnson Leeds was talking about you... Not completely sure though.[/color]"[/quote]
Hyacinthus did not miss the underhanded insult, but he had come to expect that from Luke. In return, he gave the older Hufflepuff another empty smile. He almost said something, figuring that, even if Luke did not actually care, he would at least live up to his own standards and be the virtuous one. But he was stunned into silence when the name of the fair-haired Ravenclaw rolled off the other's tongue and into the warm air of the Great Hall.

He stared, if only for an instant, lips slightly parted, threatening to unleash a waterfall of questions. He stopped the words from pouring out, but he did turn slowly towards the Ravenclaw table, green eyes searching for Johnson. He found him unsurprisingly fast, rising from his seat and walking away, towards the Entrance Hall, a plate in his hand. Just that sight brought sincerity back to his happy expression, and for a few moments he simply sat there, wondering if he was blushing as he ruffled his own hair.

Still smiling, he looked at Luke, then Madison and Thomas, and finally back to the departing Johnson. He waited... and pondered... and then, all of a sudden, he was standing up and walking away, wearing his glasses once again, the blue box in his hand.

[color=FFA500]"Wish me luck."[/color] He mouthed at his two friends, not sparing another glance at Luke.

Soon, Hyacinthus found himself walking past the castle's great threshold and towards the sunset, humming some Sondheim again. And there, on the top step, facing that same sunset, sat Johnson Leeds. He felt his smile widen into a grin, and his fingers tapped gently on the surface of the blue box.

[color=FFA500]"Hi, Johnson."[/color] He said with not the slightest bit of timidity as he sat crosslegged beside the other teenager, hands on his knees.