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REX PIKE JUST WANTED TO STUDY IN PEACE. With a free period, having dropped some of his classes, being a sixth year, he was in the library with his two friends, all of them bent over their respective books, trying to complete their massive workload.
"I have to say, I'd rather clean up unicorn dung than do this," Nathaniel exclaimed softly, throwing himself into his seat, back popping from having been bent over.
"I bet unicorn dung is made of pure crystal and the wishes of young children," Rex said, setting down his quill, propping his head up on his other hand, ready to fall asleep, exhausted.
"I can check," Penelope offered, always ready to do anything except her assigned schoolwork.
"Can you get me some food while you're at it?" Nathaniel joked, earning him a flick on the ear for his troubles.
Penelope flung her scarf over her shoulder as she made her way to the bookshelves, inevitably leading her to pick up a new interest, gathering a large pile of books to read up on, her homework being left to get finished by her worried, but exasperated girlfriend.
That left the two boys alone. A pureblood Slytherin and a Muggleborn Hufflepuff, the two were a sight to behold, at least when together. They were an even odder pair once one got to know them, realizing that Nathaniel was much nicer than Rex, at least to the general populace.
Both loyal to a fault and hardworking, there were many jokes that the Sorting Hat had switched their houses, as the nuances in the two were off ever so slightly.
The boys never paid any mind, however, loving the houses they were in, Nathaniel having found his niche in his house, though that group often camped out with the Hufflepuffs more often than not. Though, if anything, it was mostly him and Penelope.
"How're the first years?" Rex asked, taking a break from his note writing.
Nathaniel groaned, unable to hide his displeasure. "I have never met a group more hellbent on making life harder for everyone else. They seem to take our house stereotype too seriously."
"A lot of you are nice," Rex pointed out, waving his quill for emphasis.
"You never hear stories about the nice people," Nathaniel laughed mirthlessly, "Why do you think people overlook you Puffs so much? Isn't this one of the reasons why you're so...?" he trailed off, unable to come up with a good descriptor that wasn't wholly awful.
Rex gave him a sweet smile. "No, I do it to make you look better."
Nathaniel scoffed and kicked the boy's leg, earning one back with more force than deserved.
"I'm smaller," Rex justified, scrambling out of his chair and falling on the ground in an attempt to get away from the other boy who was after him with a vengeance.
