Silus nodded once, acknowledging the time the meteor shower should come to pass. Oh, yes. He could make it in a half an hour or so, he assured himself seeing the look on Lyra's face. He watched as she laid back in the blanket and now it was at least twice as tempting to simply do the same as her and close his eyes for just a bit. Not able to fight the urge off completely, he instead leaned back in one side and rested on his elbow. He smiled contentedly. This was all so nice, he almost forgot that other student was there with them. Almost. He caught her giving him a sarcastic little smile, and it made Silus's eyes eyes narrow just slightly. That girl, while she wasn't attempting to strangle him or anything, he sort of got the feeling she might want to.
Briefly shooting her a suspicious look, he settled a little further into the plush blanket. Lyra's question made the boy scowl a bit. Go home for Christmas! He barely contained a snort. He conjured an image in his head, his mother looking not so much like a hag, wishing him a Merry Christmas, and pecking him in the cheek. He stifled a chuckle at the thought. No, he would do anything to avoid going back there. Eyebrows furrowed, he answered her truthfully. "Not at all. That place isn't good for the mind. In all honesty, Charles ****ens would suffer from a stroke if he saw a Christmas in my town. It's pretty much non-existent. I suppose I'll just stay here for the holidays." He spoke humorously at first, but the last sentence was spoken with a subtle bitterness not many would be able to detect unless the listener knew him well.
When the other girl began to ramble, Silus had honestly tuned her out, though he looked like he was paying attention on Lyra's behalf. She got his attention however when her speech starte to falter. He subtly shifted so neither of the two girls could see the annoyed sneer on his lips or the roll of his eyes. "Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff. They do not define a person's true self. They are only silly little school labels that cause nothing but hostility. Besides, looking at you, it's clear your parents would never disown you." He said a bit crossly. He'd been so pissed off to be sorted in with the house he had. There shouldn't be any houses, or students should be entitled to choose who they wanted to associate themselves with. Silus didn't think of himself as a Ravenclaw. He was just Silus.