[ past ] small talk.
huffliam:
wobbling over a passed out figure, he plopped onto the closest seat and leaned his head back, closing his own eyes. he could have slept there if he wanted – the faint chatter was nothing compared to noise of the muggle world – but the fact that he hadn’t sunk into the cushion completely alerted him to the presence of another. that, or the seat he chose was well-built, but a turn to the head and there was indeed a person.
he shifted slightly to give her more room, and in doing so turned his upper half towards her. the stranger wasn’t looking at him, and he would have brushed it off, but he felt her tense the moment he moved. she was bracing herself, he guessed, and the smart thing to do would be to remain sitting in silence.
but william was not a smart boy.
“hey.” he slurred out, giving her a smile he hoped made him look less threatening. “do you like power rangers?”
minkyeong had almost made it out.
almost meaning if it weren’t for the hufflepuff boy beside her who had decided to open his mouth and ask her about something she absolutely had no clue of, but she figured it may have been a muggle thing – and though she was half-muggle herself, father dearest had been the type of father to raise his only daughter without the use of electronics, meaning she wasn’t entirely familiar with the idea of television, nor did she own one.
minkyeong’s preferred method of action in situations such as this was usually the “escape” method – walk (or run) away, don’t look back, keep walking until you’re far away. but the fifth year finds herself turning around, and maybe it was the drink she just had getting to her, but she decides to entertain him. his words sound quite slurred, so he may or may not remember anything they would speak about. and maybe learning about these ‘jolly ranchers’ may benefit her in the future.
“i... don’t know what that is, i’m afraid,” she replies, a nervous laugh heard from her. “what is that?”
