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Most of Elias' evenings were spent studying at the library and if he had enough time, at the dueling club. The boy's grandfather was a grand-master at dueling and fencing. During his early childhood, when his father was busy at work and he was left in the care of his grandparents, the boy would often watch as his grandfather practiced his sword techniques and be in awe. As he grew older, he would practice with his grandfather. Fencing and dueling were similar in principle, as both sports utilized dueling strips and involved around “out-dueling” your opponent. There were key differences, however. The most important one was dueling involved real wands and fencing involved swords that wouldn't hurt. The foil was generally covered with a rubber tip and people were covered from head to toe. It was a Muggle sport, but considering he had basically grown up with the sport, it was hard to dislike it. There was no fencing at Hogwarts, and the boy wouldn't want to be seen practicing a Muggle sport, so the remaining option was dueling. As the boy was limited in the resources called “friends,” he would often practice dueling stances and spells by himself in the evenings whenever he had time to himself. It had been a habit that did out of familiarity. It beat the loneliness that he would have otherwise felt.

As of recently, there had been a couple of transfers from Beauxbaton. One of them was an older Slytherin boy, who had a penchant for not wasting food. Though, “penchant” was putting it lightly. The boy had loudly declared that food was not to be wasted to the entire Slytherin table, which was likely to earn him the ire of the other students. Andre had only transferred, yet he was already making enemies at his own house no less. It seemed foolish, but at the same time, Elias had to admire the older Slytherin boy for defending his principles. If Elias had cared enough about something, he reckoned he might have done that. However, he had long since stopped caring about what the other students did. If Andre was anything like Elias, he probably did not give the other students a second thought.

The mini tour had gone well between the two. Elias half-expected the trip to have gone badly. He wasn't exactly good with dealing with people when there was no incentive at hand. Without any reason to interact, the boy felt off-balance and awkward. It was times like these that he felt his young age and inexperience. There was no need to be diplomatic or polite around Andre because there was nothing to be gained, but it only made it that much harder. How does one interact regularly with other human beings? It confused the boy, but he supposed acting like normally would do for now. The other boy would have to deal with his well-mannered words and standoffish personality because honestly, Elias had no idea how to act and to some extent, that was his true personality.

The fourth-year was leaning against a wall in one of the corridors next to the Slytherin common room. Normally, he would be at the dueling club practicing about now, but he had made plans to meet up with Andre. Since the older boy mentioned that he hated staircases—Elias had a deceptively clear memory of what people told him—he offered to give Andre another tour in hopes that it would give him a clearer idea about how to get around the castle without having to take the staircase. Some of the routes would take longer than simply just taking the stairs, but Elias figured that the older boy was like him and just wanted to avoid large crowds. Tapping his fingers against the wall, Elias took a cursory gaze around. He was still early, but there was still lingering doubt in the boy's mind. Would Andre come? Despite all the good things he thought about Andre, the boy still had trouble trusting people.

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Transferring to Hogwarts had been the worst thing to happen to Andre since.... Well, probably since his parents had sent him off to Beauxbatons. Of course the boy had ended up liking it there, not that he was actually going to admit that. But the fact that his parents had decided to uproot him again and send the twins packing to Hogwarts was absolutely ridiculous. Of course there was that fight that had kind of been Andre's fault, or the fact that their older brother was at Hogwarts and therefore could help keep them out of trouble - or so the Elkins' parents probably hoped. It was a ridiculous notion that golden boy would be able to keep the blue-streaked hair boy from getting into trouble. As if he wanted to spend any time with Quincy; or that Quincy wanted to spend any time with him.

There seemed to be a boy here that had decided that helping Andre was worth his time. Elias had offered to show him around the wretched school and the fact was that Andre hated getting lost. He had once been lost in the streets of Paris for two days and the reminded did not bode well for his moods. Therefore, he wasn't exactly going to say no to Elias showing him around, but at the same time he was cautious; although the younger boy claimed to have no alternative motives, any smart person would. For this reason, as always, the boy had his wand in his fingertips as he slipped out of the common room, leaving behind the green light that was so stupidly coming in from the window. Sentenced to the dungeons. What a ridiculous place for the boy that had spent his life working so hard for other peoples' respect. No matter. He would gain it anyways.

Elias knew very little about Andre, but thus far, even though he had been the one to show the new snake around the castle, it was Andre that felt that he had control over the situation. This was good; for the snake liked to feel like he had the power over situations. Control, respect and power were three things that the Slytherin liked a lot. Of course, they were the three things that on the streets of Paris as a child he didn't have, but clearly it was perseverance that paid off in the end. Neither Anais or Andre had given up and here they were now, accomplished people. His blue orbs settled on the boy that, if everything went to plan would be his friend in this wretched castle. "Let's go," he nodded to the snake waiting for him against the wall, continuing to walk, knowing that Elias would join his side. After all, who wouldn't?

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Despite his reluctance to admit it, Elias Deveaux was relieved when he saw the approaching shadow of the other boy. There had been too many incidents in which the boy's expectations of other people had left him disappointed. In particular, the boy was thinking of his beloved grandfather, who had slowly become colder over the past few years. In the beginning, that had hurt the most, but over time, he had learned to accept the fact that he did not control his grandfather's actions. For that matter, Elias did not control anyone's actions. People were free-spirited beings and trying to change them in anyway was impossible. People changed because they wanted to. As such, just like his grandfather refused to change for his grandson, his grandfather should also understand that Elias would not change his way of thinking for the old man. If someone heard his thoughts out-loud, they would have probably thought that Elias was being bitter. But Elias was lucky. It didn't look like Andre could read his thoughts, though one could never just assume in the wizarding world. That was one of the first rules that had been taught to Elias. Magic was powerful and an all-encompassing force that brought about the most wonderful miracles. Though to Elias, it was simply a way of life. He had been born knowing he was a wizard, and he carried that knowledge with him as he grew up.

As Elias stood from his position at the wall, he briefly wondered the motive behind his actions. The other boy had asked him a similar question at their first meeting. No, there was no motive behind his actions. As he had said before, he simply felt like showing the older Slytherin around. Now, Elias wondered if it was due to the overwhelming loneliness that had been clouding his thoughts for the past few weeks after getting into his argument with his grandfather. Out of everyone Elias knew, his grandfather had been the closest. Not even his father, who spent most of his days working after the death of his wife, could compare. Growing up, there had been a strained relationship between father and son. While his grandfather told stories of how warm and brave his father had once been, all Elias could see was a cold and bitter man who never once praised his son despite the good grades he brought back every year.

“The majority of these passageways are unknown to most of the student population. There's a lot of dust and unsavory creatures like ghosts, which discourage most people from exploring,” explained Elias, walking besides the other Slytherin. The fourth-year was dressed in a warm jacket, no longer in his wizarding robes. He wanted to give the other boy another fair warning. There was an easy solution the dust, which involved magic. However, ghosts were a different sort. Elias wasn't sure if there were ghosts at Beaxubatons, so he wasn't sure how comfortable the other boy was with them.

“In one of the books about the history of Hogwarts, it states that there are several routes from the castle that lead to Hogsmeade. I have only managed to find one throughout my time here, though, I don't exactly spend my time exploring,” said Elias. He paused and looked at the other boy, “It's good if you want some fresh air late at night when everybody is asleep and don't want to be found by the prefects.” He was giving the other boy valuable information and dare he say it attempting to place trust in Andre. It was a good bargain. If Andre betrayed him, it would quickly show Elias that the other boy wasn't worth his time. If he didn't, well, that was when things would get complicated quickly.

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In his days of being on the streets, Ande had not used magi to fight. He had used forced to rely on his quick thinking, movements and his small hands to protect himself as much as he could. Even back then, his tongue had run and the boy had defended his sister and himself as well as he could, always. At least - as much as a seven year old could. It was then that Samuel Elkins had found the two hungry and dirty children after Andre had tried to nick a loaf of bread or something from the man. The details were now dim in the mind of the snake as he thought about that fateful day over eight years ago. Everything had happened so fast; so quickly had the kind man scooped them up and taken them back to his home, where his wife, an equally kind woman, had washed them both.

It was only then that the brother and sister had learned that magic was real and that they had magic within them. It would take sometime to learn the language that the Elkins adults and their adopted children spoke - before they had been brought to the home, the twins had only known French. Even now, Andre's accent lingered when he spoke, making his voice sound scratchier, rougher somehow. For such an elegant language, the snake certainly seemed to butcher the English one. No one had yet commented on not being able to understand him, something that the boy should probably be thankful for.

Of course, if they couldn't understand him, that was their problem, not his. He spoke perfectly good English, even if it was Quin Quin that had spent the most time with him; patiently teaching the boy the foreign language and spending time with him. The younger boy had joined Andre, just as predicted and Andre twisted his wand in his fingertips, looking to him as he spoke. "I imagine you know a spell to stop these ghosts if we need to?" He replied, blue orbs settling on the other boy. Ghosts were not at Beauxbatons and these creatures were something that Andre knew little about. Suspicion raised in his chest at the thought, brow furrowing, thumb running over the handle of his wand. "And no tricks. I don't like tricks."

They continued to walk, rounding a corner in the dreary and dark castle, Andre's eyes moving away from Elias to watch where they were going, where the other snake was leading him. His fingers tightened around his wand now - if Elias was leading him somewhere as a trap, they'd probably be there soon. Andre wasn't afraid; and the promise of being able to get around the castle without the wretched staircases made him continue on. Yet, he wasn't stupid, either; he wanted to be prepared for anything that might happen. "I take it you read a lot," he commented as Elias mentioned the history of the castle. Only someone that enjoyed books would know what was in them.

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As Elias advanced through his grandfather's fencing lessons, he gradually became more familiarized with the inner workings of the sport. In the beginning, his form was a mess and he could barely face his grandfather for a few seconds before the old man would score a point by hitting a vital point on his body. He was only a child at the time, but his grandfather did not go easy on him. Though the man was benevolent towards the people he saved, inside their household, he was a strict man who continuously drilled in discipline and tradition into his grandson. Elias could not remember the amount of times he practiced a single move. It was all repetition upon repetition and by the time he mastered a move, it would sometimes be after a missed meal or two. Time came to a standstill whenever he was in the practice room. The boy's grandfather had not been so strict as to not allow the boy to eat. Elias merely wanted to make his grandfather proud, a task that he failed utterly at in the end.

“I find that a banishing charm like Depulso is often enough to do the trick,” said Elias calmly, choosing to keep his wand sitting in the pocket of his robe even as he saw the other boy's wand. He viewed his wand as tool that was sometimes convenient, but at this moment, it was not suitable for the task at hand. His intentions weren't to start a fight with Andre, who was still an enigma in many cases. Even if the older boy decided to hex him, years of dueling practice taught him how to dodge on reflex. He was being overly confident, but he felt he had every reason to do so. Besides, Elias had grown up observing people. He didn't do well with interactions, but whenever he was around people, he would take note of their little actions. While his intuition might not have been correct one-hundred percent of the time, there was something about the way Andre held his stance that made Elias think the boy was doing it defensively rather than to intimidate. If Elias wasn't such a grump, he would have smiled. It wasn't good character to intimidate younger students anyway, considering that Elias was a year below Andre.

Ipsa scientia potentia est. Knowledge itself is power. I read anything that I find valuable, even if it's the occasional Muggle text,” said Elias. While he was a bigot, he was not beyond admitting that there were some pieces that were worth reading. Besides, if he was going to condemn Muggles, he might as well be able to condemn with solid evidence and what was better than reading actual pieces written by Muggles? “I figured you might also enjoy reading, considering the library was the first place you asked me to show you.”

As the boy continued at his pace, he suddenly stopped and frowned. There was a terrible wail in the background. Elias turned to Andre with a tentative look. “Unfortunately, it looks like we might have a visitor. Should we continue?” He wouldn't force the older boy if he wanted to leave. Noisy ghosts tended to give him a headache, so he was fine with either option.

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At one point in his life, the boy had longed to come to Hogwarts. Fate had come into play, other people making decisions for him had happened and the eleven year old had not gone off to Hogwarts as his older siblings but to Beauxbatons, with his sister to face this new adventure just as they had faced everything else in their lives together. Andre had grown to love the fine castle that was in France, the beauty drawing him in and reminded him of how Paris could be; if you looked at it past the point of the homeless boy that had been living in the streets for much of his childhood. Ghosts had not been at the school and the boy had only just seen them since arriving to Hogwarts. Of course he had known about them, but knowing about them, seeing them, and being the possibility of being attacked by one were all very different things.

"Easy enough spell," he commented, twisting the wand in his slender fingers as the two boys walked. He had spent a lot of time pouring himself into learning during his first and second years; wanting to know spells that would not only protect him but also aid in harming those that decided that harming him was on their list of fun things to do. His blue orbs wandered the pathway that they were following, looking out for the creatures that the younger boy had mentioned.

His knowledge for spells and learning about dragons as all that he needed - for a boy that had grown up on the streets, the only language that he could read well was English. Though he was fluent in French, both speaking and listening; the fifteen year old had no desire to learn how to read it at the current moment. Instead he had been taught English by his adoptive mother. Johanna was a sweet woman that wanted the best for all of her children. That was a part of the reason that they took in all of the children that they had - giving all six children a better opportunity and a better life. For Andre and his twin, that meant learning how to speak, read, and write English. Although he probably should've taken the time to learn French when he was at Beaux as well, the truth was that the snake was not motivated enough to learn it when they had English copies of everything. Sure, he knew the basics of French in writing, but it wasn't worth his time or energy to learn it completely. The same way that History of Magic was not worth his time, or Divination. Instead he had other things to learn about. Like dragons.

"My knowledge is about spells and dragon," he responded to Elias. "Reading for knowledge is powerful, but only when the subject matter is worthwhile." Some read for pleasure - this was something that Andre did not understand. He read to learn things. Read to know more, to grow more powerful when he knew facts about dragons or new spells and how they worked so that he wouldn't be found mocked and hexed by people like Florentin Deschamps like he had been in his first and second years at Beauxbatons.

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As Elias heard the wailing of the ghost, he silently wondered why the ghost had chosen to remain in this realm. It was a question he found himself asking each and every time he encountered a ghost. He didn't understand why certain people would choose to live a life where they were no longer able to advance forward. He wasn't sure if he could stand living in the past constantly, where he'd have to contemplate his mistakes each and every passing moment. It'd have caused him to go mad, so maybe that was why the ghost was wailing. Because the ghost realized it's mistake of lingering in this realm. Despite his musings, Elias kept his mouth quiet. While he didn't mind the other boy's presence, it didn't mean that he was going to run his mouth off every thought that came into his mind. That would make him the crazy one.

“Dragons? What about dragons interest you?” asked Elias, who was slightly surprised by the boy's interest. However, his features didn't change. He was still the ever polite and calm Elias. He supposed he shouldn't have been that surprised by Andre's interests. While the house of Slytherin was symbolic of the serpent, dragons were similar to serpents in a way. Thinking about it, Elias didn't think dragons were that popular Beauxbatons. His cousins who attended the French school never mentioned anything about dragons. He figured that the students at Durmstrang might have appreciated dragons more. Seeing as how that was the case, it might have been some eccentric hobby most likely, but Elias was never one to judge. He was a fan of Shakespeare plays for Merlin's sake. He should be the last person to judge someone else.

“I expand my knowledge because that is what is expected of me from my family. It got dull at times, but as time went on, I stopped noticing or maybe I stopped caring,” said Elias truthfully. There was always a turning point in which things would change. That was what the boy had learned from his interactions with his grandfather. While the man promised Elias he would always care for him, that had been clearly a lie.

As Elias continued walking, he realized that the wailing had grown even louder. The ghost was probably nearby. The boy kept a hand on his wand, ready to act on his instincts the moment he even saw an inch of the ghost. That was when he realized that the cries were coming behind him and Andre. That was certainly a bit concerning, so he turned around as not to be caught off-guard. A transparent looking man was staring at him and Andre with a sneer on his face. He looked like he was in his thirties. His robes were torn and part of his torso was missing. There was nothing to indicate that this ghost did not die a painful death. The ghost opened his mouth again to scream, seemingly content with terrorizing the two Slytherins more than anything else.

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Andre Elkins was not one to scare easily - that was something that the streets of Paris had installed into his being. What was there to be scared about, when one could get lost or not find enough food to eat? It was the painful stings in his stomach that he remembered most about his time with his twin when being homeless. That awful ache that made you want to double over and give up - but for the life of him, Andre couldn't have wanted to stay in this realm as a ghost. It was like living a half-life, some sort of curse, to be walking among those that could actually enjoy the world. At least he wouldn't have to deal with the wretched staircases, he supposed, if he was a ghost. But even that was not enough of a draw to stay in a place where eventually, everyone and everything you ever cared about would die.

They continued walking, the wailing of the ghost making Andre raise his eyebrows in mock amusement. So the ghost was going to come back and stay in this realm and then be miserable and cry about the pain? Ha. It sounded like some sort of joke to the snake that didn't understand why someone would want to stay in the world full of negative concepts and people. It was just as well; at least the creature could stay negative in the world, right? Wasn't heaven supposed to be happy or something?

These were not things that the boy thought of often, nor did Andre voice. It was not worth his time to discuss such things - after all, dragons, spell casting and Quidditch were the top of his list, not caring about people that had been stupid enough to stay in this realm after their time had come. "Dragons are the mightiest of beasts," he answered, glancing at his new friend. Andre was still somewhat suspicious of the other boy, but thus far, this little adventure seemed to be okay.

"Do not underestimate their power or intelligence," he added after another moment of glaring in the direction of the wailing sound. It was getting closer now and it was making Andre the grouch even grouchier than usual. His thoughts paused about his loved of dragons as he followed Elias' movement and turned to see the ghost that had died a painful death. "Hey!" he called out to the thing. "We still have ears! It's not our fault that you chose to remain miserable and stay here when you could've moved on."

Maybe it was the wrong thing to say, but when did Andre Elkins ever really care for the consequences of his actions? His wand lifted, the spell that the younger boy told him about on the tip of his tongue to call out if the ghost made any sudden movements to the two boys. His green orbs watched the spirit carefully, shifting on his feet to make sure that it was not going to attack them or something. Could a ghost really even harm them?

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Elias Deveaux was also not a person that became intimidated easily in the face of danger. The Deveauxs were known as the family of heroes. When Elias was born, there were many expectations placed on his shoulders and for the longest time, the boy thought it had been normal. Fencing lessons were a daily routine; everyone in his family was forced to learn it at some point, even his cousin Victoria. Swordwork and footwork were practiced until his grandfather deemed his progress was sufficient. Dancing lessons and music lessons were arranged by his aunt Elizabeth to ensure that he wasn’t only a fighter. He needed to be educated in the fine arts if he wanted to be seen in high society like the rest of the family. Elias hated it, but he never complained. He didn't want to become like his father, ignored and isolated by the rest of the family. Despite the unwillingness and the fatigue that had slowly accumulated throughout the years, Elias still perfected what was asked of him. He sometimes wondered himself if he was human. With everything for the boy to fear, the ghost was the least of his worry. There were things he was scared of that were worse than the ghost or death. It was failure, and he already failed his grandfather many times.

“I see,” said Elias simply, when Andre proclaimed that dragons were mighty beasts. Truth be told, Elias had no opinion when it came to mythical beasts. They were always just there in the back of his mind as textbook definitions that he needed to know for tests. But it might have also been because there was no time to enjoy the beauty of majestic beasts. Elias only had so many hours in a day to study everything his family wanted. Time was a luxury that the boy could not afford on most days.

As Andre yelled at the ghost, the ghost’s response was another high-pitched shriek. It was painful to Elias’ ears even more so considering the boy had always been sensitive to sounds. Silence was his only friend and the ghost was disrupting it. Unlike Andre, Elias had no intentions of talking to the ghost. He saw it as a waste of time, especially when it seemed like the ghost had all the time in the world now that he was dead. Andre and Elias were living on limited time. Without blinking an eye, he took out his wand and pointed at the ghostly creature. “Depulso.” His words were crisp and clear, almost if he had used the spell many times now. In seconds, the ghost disappeared. There was silence again. He turned to Andre, a tired expression on his face. “Sorry, I was starting to get a headache. Should we continue?” Elias turned to move again, but then he stopped. Looking back at the older boy, he asked, “How foolish would it be to stay and be swatted away like a fly by a fourth-year student?”

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The snake next to him had not hesitated to turn him wand on the shrieking spirit and for once in his life, Andre was glad that someone had drawn their wand quicker than him. It wasn't often that someone was quicker- the results were usually much more problematic for the blue-streaked hair boy that was waking through the passage with his new found friend. What a concept it had become, that Elias was now his friend. Not that Andre trusted him completely - that would take a lot longer, because after all, look at where trust had left him with his older brother - but at the same time, the boy would be able to consider the fact that he had an alley at this wretched school, one that had not mentioned the fact that he didn't like the staircases but instead was showing him a different way through the castle to be able to get to the library.

His shoulder straightened and his green orbs watched the magical creature that was still trying to shriek at them, with no sound coming out. They moved past the shimmering thing - which thankfully did not try and follow them. It looked like the passage would be ending just up ahead. With a soft, "Lumos," his wand tip burst with light and Andre looked to see that the corridor was indeed, coming to an end. "How far away is the library from the end of this passage?" he questioned his companion, not bothering to look his way as he spoke.

Their footsteps stayed soft as they moved, Andre's wand casting dancing shadows on the stone walls of the castle, making it look even more dark and dreary, in Andre the grouch's opinion. His excitement was starting to grow as they neared the end of the passage way - his hope was that at least this school would have decent books on dragons that he had not had the opportunity to read yet. His green eyes danced a little, not that Elias would be able to see in the dim lighting, even if he were to look at the snake. Andre was good at letting only one emotion out and as one may have guessed it, it was not happiness.

As they exited the secret passage, his fingers gripped the handle of his wand tighter once more. Who knew what would be waiting for them in the next part of the journey? After all, hadn't they just come from a dark passage way with a ghost shrieking at them for little to no reason at all?

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It felt strange to be walking with Andre whose last name he still did not know. It felt strange pretending that things were okay when things were definitely not okay. He knew he was lying to himself even when he was walking in the corridors with the other Slytherin. The fourth-year was feeling stressed out. While he made it clear that he would not tolerate any sort of nonsense coming from the ghosts, he usually at least gave the ghost a warning before banishing it to another portion of the castle. He blamed it on the headache, but he wondered if he was going insane instead.

“The library is not too far off,” said Elias, his words calm despite the inner turmoil in his mind. He found that he did enjoy spending time with Andre. The other boy was not talkative and seemed to prefer silence. That was one thing Elias would always appreciate. It might have also been the fact that Elias rarely hung around with boys his age. Most of his cousins with the exception of Tori’s brother, were female. Now that he thought of it, most of his “friends” were all girls. Anora Chevalier, who was his childhood friend, was most definitely a girl. And a spoiled one at that. Truthfully, that was about it on his list of friends. It was a pitiful list, but at the very least, he could add Andre’s name to the list. Maybe. People were weird and unpredictable.

He wondered if he should ask the older boy for his last name, but it felt too abrupt. If he wanted to ask about Andre’s last name, he felt like he should have done it earlier. Now would just seem awkward so he held his tongue. He could probably find out through other means or ask Andre another time when the opportunity showed itself again. It seemed like they might be spending some time together, anyhow.

Right before he turned the next corner, a thought came to him. “Oh, right. There’s a dragon-boat racing competition coming up. Since you mentioned you admire dragons, you might think of joining,” said Elias. If Elias remembered correctly, it was part of the Midsummer’s Night Dream Spring Festival. He wasn’t sure if Andre would have heard about it, so he figured there was no harm in bringing it up.

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The ghost that they had encountered wasn't scary, just annoying. Elias had seemed to find it as such too, banishing the thing to, well, the blue streaked hair boy didn't know where. It didn't really matter, the ghost was sure to be able to find his way back at some point. After all, it could go through walls, how hard could it be. Not to mention the fact that the ghost would be able to bypass the stupid and ridiculous staircases that anyone else needed to use to get throughout the castle, which was the reason that the two Slytherin boys were currently using secret passages instead. Not that Elias knew this. Or ever really would. Clearly, Andre the grouch was being grouchy again. Maybe he needed to turn his hair green rather than the blue that it was. Not that he knew anything about muggle children television shows.

Andre did not bother to look at the other boy, his fingers still curled around the wand, though now that they were out of the secret passage, his thumb was running over the handle gently, in a self soothing manner. His green eyes stayed on the corridor ahead, shrugging a bit. "That wasn't so bad. Ghosts can't scare me away." After all that had happened on the streets of Paris, why would this be scary? It rolled off of his shoulders - ghosts couldn't even touch him the way that a bully might've when wanting food, or even the way that he got into it with Florentin Deschamps from time to time.

His green orbs sparked something of interest when the other boy mentioned dragon races. "You will come with," he declared after a moment. It was not an unkind command, but one that was there just the same. If there were dragons involved, Andre needed to see and experience this carnival thing that the younger boy knew about. Having just transferred and spending a lot of his time in the dungeons of the castle like a vampire that didn't like the light, Andre the grouch did not know of such things. "We will do it together," he declared, pausing in the corridor to look at his new friend.

Was that what the younger boy was? A friend? It was a notion that wasn't exactly common for Andre to have. Even back at the palace of Beauxbatons, he hadn't been one to have or make many friends - unless his teammates on a Quidditch team or people that the boy went out to drink with counted in this virtue. His fingers twirled the wand in them for something to do, not because he was ready to hex or jinx the other boy and this too, was something different. Other than Anais or Claudette, the snake didn't usually feel such calmness around people. Even Valentine irritated him and they had known each other for ages as well. Was Andre the grouch actually starting a friendship with someone that was okay with his striking demeanor?

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A friend? That was a foreign concept to Elias. Once, he had a friend in the form of the high-spirited Anora Chevalier, but that was in the past. As the two transitioned to their teenage years, the bond between them had seemingly grown thin. Sometimes, Elias wasn’t sure what had happened, but a part of him knew that it was in part due to his personality. He had chosen the coward’s way out because it was the easier path. Even now, he could remember the furious look on Anora’s face during his grandfather’s birthday party, the way she looked at him with disdain as he muttered his words about purebloods mingling with filth before finally she finally waltzed over to where he stood and tossed cake into his face. The cream burned in his eyes, but even then, he chosen to remain quiet. The severity of his words had not hit him then, not even as he was said them in front of everyone. His body felt numb in the aftermath of the incident. With the exception of his eyes, the cake had not invoked any other emotion in the boy. It was only when the party had subsided and his father had tugged him away that the boy understood what he had done. With two simple sentences, he had isolated everyone he cared about away from him.

Compared to a ghost, Elias felt he was scarier and more brutal. Ghosts shrieked and screamed, but their words did not cut as deeply as someone people cared about. “Right,” Elias managed to say, at Andre’s off-hand comment about ghosts. His wand arm dropped limply to his side, a sad longing present in his eyes for a brief second before it was replaced with cool nonchalance.

Caught slightly off-guard by Andre’s “invitation”, the Slytherin looked curiously at the other boy. Elias supposed the way he phrased his explanation about the dragon boat-race could be misconstrued as an invitation itself. While there was liking no hidden meaning behind Andre’s offer, Elias couldn’t help but wonder if there was a secret message. By denying, did it mean he’d also be rejecting Andre’s friendship? As much as he tried to understand, Elias was terrible at reading signs. It tired his mind and made the boy want to hole up in the library, where he’d be far away from the rest of the world. It tired him now, trying to decipher any hidden messages within the other boy’s sentences. He had enough, so he merely responded with what he truly thought.

“Sure, we’ll join together.”

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