In a part of Stefan's mind, all he wanted to do was tell Lolli all about his home life. She was the only one he knew,
he could trust. She just had that air of trust that Stefan had seen in no other person. She was kind, and helpful.
But then, his father could pretend to be that too. It was why Stefan had such trouble at school deciding on who
was worth his trust. Who would keep whatever he said a secret and who would at the first chance tell all those
around him. Stefan did not like laughter when it was directed at him, nor did he like it when laughter was directed
at any one person. It seemed useless, and extremely pointless. It just hurt the person being laughed at, and only
the person being laughed at knew how crushing it was. Stefan did not like speaking about himself. His colourblind
-ness was all he did speak about. The bruises and scars, how he became aware of magic, his mom, whatever he
said, they were mainly lies. He didn't want people to know. Not just yet, and he was glad, Lolli seemed to be the
only one who did not push him on the matter. Not that many others had. But he got the sense some did. And it
was not like they, couldn't just ignore it. When it looked like abuse, people only wanted to provide exits, and in
Stefan's mind, he knew the only exit was to kill his own father, or do something of the like, and Stefan knew he
couldn't do that. He knew. Stefan just smiled at Lolli and nodded, while beginning to walk in the general direction
of the exit to the dungeons. "You don't want to stay down here, Slytherins aren't friendly with other houses,
especially first years from other houses." Stefan said simply, with a small smile on his face. He wasn't always
sure where the smile came from. It just seemed to happen, more and more at school. It just went ahead to prove
that school had been a very good thing for the young Slytherin.
"Not much. Just trying to get through the work. Preparing for the exams. Now, getting ready to go back to the
house." He meant house as in where his father stayed. He did say home, because it was not a home, not to
him. A home was like Hogwarts, a safe place, where you could be sure of happiness as long as you had a friend
or two. He had been punched in the stomach by an older student. He had no idea why, but he assumed it was a
wrong place, wrong time thing, and Stefan did not even want to think about it. He had a small bruise and he knew
what his father's reaction would be. Pure joy. "What about you?" Stefan returned the question. He knew that
was the polite thing to do. He was still getting used to social nicety. "Apart from difficulty reading things in classes
and the books when it's dark, This has been the best 6 months of my life." Stefan had no idea where this came
from, he'd thought, then said it. He did not really regret it. Obviously it gave away something, but he didn't mind
Stefan could've meant a number of things. He just smiled at Lolli, actually for once, okay with something that
gave a little more of the real Stefan Archer away. In a sense, it was maybe about time. And even if things with
Lolli took a turn south, he would be happy that she had been the first person that he even slighty opened to. In
truth Stefan wouldn't at all mind if they weren't friends in 5 years time, the small progress he'd just made, he
would be pleased. Although, Stefan really didn't want to not be friend with Lolli. As far as friends went, even
though this was only there second meeting he would be happy to state that she was probably his best Friend.
And considering 6 months ago Stefan didn't even have one friend, he was indeed right in saying that the past
six months had been the best of his life.