Annnnd...you are?

[Brayden Chevalier]

Brayden Chevalier was getting used to his old last name since his parents finally came together and decided on the surname and what family they were going into. Brayden did not care either way since he just only cared about his looks. Making sure his hair was absolutely perfect, and his robes looked like they were ironed, flat and without a speck of dust from what he could tell. They looked brand new even though he had them for half a year now. Brayden smirked slightly as he wandered the halls. Classes would begin tomorrow, and he dreaded sitting in those chairs where others sat. Sweat and other dirty stuff better not come into contact with his appearance. He would not settle for anything less. The Part-Veela proudly walked, but saw another student heading in his direction. He recognized this one. He was one of those Kingsley kids. Brayden was not sure of the other one that used to be in his house. From what he heard. He didn't know much about the boy. But this one, this one was in Gryffindor. And a cousin of Jemma's. About time that they made their acquaintance. Brayden gave a shout, "Yo, Kingsley boy! Seen Jemma?" He wasn't really looking for Jemma. But the similar name should see if the two of them would talk. And see how he looked when he got closer.
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[Jacob Kingsley]

Jacob rolled his eyes before turning around at hearing himself referred to as 'Kingsley boy.' The person in question was someone he recognized from classes, but he didn't know him otherwise. The guy apparently knew Jemma though and that forced Jacob to give him a once over. He and Jemma were the same age, and even though she often seemed the older, more mature of the pair, he was still protective of her especially coming off the holidays. "Why do you want to know?" he asked, not in a mean way. He was more curious about why this guy was asking. His dress robes were pristine, a far cry from the wrinkled look of Jacob's own. He'd dug them out of his trunk earlier this morning. Everything about him was kind of perfect looking, which wasn't a bad look at all. He'd just never known that was what Jemma was into. If she was.

 

[Brayden Chevalier]

"I wanted to see if she wanted to hang out, but seeing as she has mentioned you so much, it feels like I already know you," Brayden smirked a little bit. He crossed his arms and gave the Gryffindor a slow, once over look. His robes were wrinkled, hair could be a little more neat, but other than that, Jacob looked decent enough. Yes, Brayden could be seen with him. Most definitely. "Some of the people here look as though they come straight from the drains or a cave. It is a relief to see someone that looks better than that." Brayden meant it as a compliment, though it came off as rude. "Brayden Chevalier. It is a pleasure to have an excuse to meet you at last, cousin of Jemma," Brayden outstretched his hand, the smirk changing to an actual smile, which only enhanced his image more.