Does Your Mouth Come With A Zipper?

[Dante Vittori]

In a strange sort of way, Dante was relieved to be back at Hogwarts. Although it was nothing like home, Dante found it within himself to like it. He vaguely understood why some of his older siblings appreciated the school. It was nice. It was quiet and there were plenty of things to do to keep the young boy busy. He could go walking, or he could find a place to curl up in read. Rarely was he bothered by other people. This made him happy. People were something that the boy could live without. People had a tendency to talk. Merlin was talking an irritation! The world would be better if everyone decided to not speak. Silence was the best thing that a person could offer, in his opinion. The Ravenclaw brushed his robes free of any foreign fibres and walked towards the Student Lounge. He had rarely come here, since the Fourth Floor had a tendency to be quite busy. Right now, the Fourth Floor was abandoned. It was early in the year, and the most irritating thing Dante had come across here so far were first years.

Dante sat on one of the sofas and crossed his legs. He was grateful that no first years were here. The Ravenclaw understood that he was only a second year, and his disdain for them was not because of their age. It was because of their common personalities. Dante just couldn't stand it any longer. They were loud, obnoxious, irksome, talkative balls of irritation. They just didn't like leaving him alone. He was a small boy, and looked quite young. Most of them considered him as one of them. They would try to talk to him and enthuse about the school, then he would simply look at them and reply in Italian. Usually that would make them leave him alone. It was nice going to a foreign school. Most thought that he couldn't speak English. It was a good thing to fall back on in particularly annoying situations. Dante rested the book he had been carrying on his lap and opened it. He had been reading the rather large book since he was on the train. He had been reading a couple of chapters every day and he was towards the end. It was a nice book.
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[Lamia Lewis]

Hogwarts had been the best part of Lamia's crappy life so far. Alright, it had only been eleven years of life, but Lamia was sure it was going to change for the better. The major downside was that she seemed to have been placed in a house where everybody was so fricken charming, it made her want to shave the hair off the girls in her dormitory while they slept. Actually, that wasn't a bad idea.
Scowling, walking through the school, the glare on Lamia's face made sure no one bothered her. The young Gryffindor was still figuring out her way around the giant castle, and was working her way through the Fourth Floor. However, Lamia was growing weary, but she didn't want to go back to her Common Room where she would probably cause a fight. Going through one of the open doors, Lamia found herself in a large room, with plenty sofas and tables. Lamia headed to one of the comfiest, more secluded looking sofa, but almost stopped in her tracks when she saw a small boy sitting on it. Bringing herself to her full height, Lamia strutted over to the sofa. "You are in my seat. Now move." Lamia growled.

 

[Dante Vittori]

Dante preferred silence when he read. Coming from a home where no-one uttered a word unless absolutely necessary, the slightest noise would catch his attention and he would find it difficult to ignore it. Class was a different matter. The first week or so was always difficult, but he would adapt. He was just from the holidays, he still needed to adapt back to school life. He returned his attention to the book. The door's movement had momentarily captured his attention, but that had come to pass. He was not here to observe the people around him. He wanted to read.

Dante stopped mid-page when he heard someone, presumably addressing him. Was she... growling at him? Demanding that he move? What a preposterous request. Dante's blue eyes looked up and landed on the face of a young girl, trying to appear superior. How naive of her. If Dante enjoyed pets, pests and disturbances, he may have liked the girl for her bold attitude. However, he liked neither. The Ravenclaw blinked, before replying. "Are you a dog?" He closed the book on his lap, but remained where he was. "This is a sofa, usually it is quite capable of hosting two people. You may sit, but be silent." A simple comment like that was not going to make this Ravenclaw move. He would move when he wanted to, and now he doubted he would have the urge to do so any time soon. He returned his attention to his closed book and began search for his page.
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