Just holds. It’s been too long.

No words needed. Lou knows. He knows.

Right place Wrong time.

Wrong place. Right time.

“For you? I’ll come.”

“I have my moments.”

I’m surrounded by Malfoys.

Didn’t say it was a problem..

To be determined. -there may be a hint of sarcasm there. Just a bit.

Doubtful.. ( seems to consider it for a moment ) ..but you’re welcome to try.

— ᵂᴴᴬᵀ ᴵᶠ ᴵ ᴱˢᶜᴬᴾᴱ, ᵂᴵᵀᴴ ᵞᴼᵁ?

Huh.

Slowly rises from the grave, shaking off layers of dust and debris like a well preserved corpse. Who dare disturb his slumber?

Narrows a (slightly blurry, somewhat murderous) gaze at, mouth pressed into a thin line. “Can I help you?” Class is his favorite place to sleep, proceed with caution.

Considers a moment before merely shrugging, reaching up to rub at his eyes. “Fair enough.” Isn’t generally one to concede so easily, but the honesty was refreshing…or perhaps he’s just tired. “What’s he on about today anyways?” Not that Lou ever pays attention in class.

Quirks a brow at, gaze lingering a beat before sliding elsewhere. “Sounds about right.” Boredly, gaze now on the Professor, who was droning on and fucking on at the head of the classroom. Despite whatever reputation he had, Lou was generally pleasant enough. Until he wasn’t.

Mildly surprised this place still exists.

I told you not to call me that in public.