The brusque words were leveled at him in a melodic accent, one that Silas couldn't quite place at first. The fellow Slytherin girl who spoke them looked rather exotic herself, or rather her airs made her seem as such. He couldn't yet decide if she deserved them or not. Some commoners with money seemed to think they deserved to be seen as respectable as a baron, when it was clearly not so.
"So it's a nursery rhyme?" he asked, still rather confused. Miss Gower's words had spoken volumes beyond a simple childish verse, and when she explained more, it left him unsatisfied. The girl might very well be living in her own world for as much as Silas could understand her. Which, for students at a magic school in a world of its own, that was getting rather peculiar.
"Would you sing it, please?" Silas asked, ever the chorister. If there was one thing he was eager for at Hogwarts, it was the music lessons he had quickly signed up for. Perhaps she would join as well, should her voice prove as thoughtful as her words. He would have expected that of her, Miss Gower had a singer's look to her, and every lullaby must have a tune. "I should rather sing than draw, myself."
Catching the smile of the Hufflepuff girl seated nearby, and there certainly were quite a lot of them in his classes, Silas returned it easily. He found it difficult to enjoy much at Hogwarts yet, between the unfamiliar beds and misguided. Finding kindness in other students was a balm for his soul.
"So it's a nursery rhyme?" he asked, still rather confused. Miss Gower's words had spoken volumes beyond a simple childish verse, and when she explained more, it left him unsatisfied. The girl might very well be living in her own world for as much as Silas could understand her. Which, for students at a magic school in a world of its own, that was getting rather peculiar.
"Would you sing it, please?" Silas asked, ever the chorister. If there was one thing he was eager for at Hogwarts, it was the music lessons he had quickly signed up for. Perhaps she would join as well, should her voice prove as thoughtful as her words. He would have expected that of her, Miss Gower had a singer's look to her, and every lullaby must have a tune. "I should rather sing than draw, myself."
Catching the smile of the Hufflepuff girl seated nearby, and there certainly were quite a lot of them in his classes, Silas returned it easily. He found it difficult to enjoy much at Hogwarts yet, between the unfamiliar beds and misguided. Finding kindness in other students was a balm for his soul.
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