none of our business;;
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A playful pout appeared on his lips as he laid back, feeling the strands of grass tickle his neck and ears. He ran his hands through his hair, looking at her upside down as he thought.
He didn't want to get on her bad side, that's happened to many times before. Guessing from their situation, she didn't mind his presence, or wasn't extremely bothered by him, or she would have left already. Camille seemed to guard herself, blocking others out, which told Junior that she liked the distance between them, he shouldn't get too close or try too hard or he would have no chance in befriending the female.
"Aw, really?" He responded quietly to her words with a pout, unsure if she could even hear him. He sat up to look at her book, now able to read the writing. Upon reading what was in her hands, he let out a soft chuckle. "You're into Transfiguration, huh?" He asked, returning to lay on the grass. Unfortunately, he did not take the class, so he couldn't attempt to befriend her on something they had in common.
"You know I'm not like them, right?" He spoke seriously, attempting a deeper conversation; which may have improved their situation or simply made it worse. "I mean, I seen what had happened. I'm not expecting you to like me straight away. Plus the fact I'm a Gryffindor" He chuckled, looking at her. "But I'm no threat. My biggest threat is probably that I'm so annoying I'll make you go insane."













