Green Leaves

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Vincent kept a straight face on as he made his way up to the stool, students quickly moving out of the way to let him pass by.

McGonagall looked slightly discomforted as the room continued to stay still before she placed the hat on the stone-faced boy.

Todd looked on in continued horror from where he stood, not even Rimshal made a noise, the little owlet knew better than to do so right now. Todd kept a close hold on him as he kept his eyes on Vincent.

"Hm...dear me, yes...I see...Slytherin!" The hat declared.

This is when the conversations picked up again, a select amount of Slytherin cheering, the others looking slightly worried. The rest of the hall blew up into conversation.

"It makes sense, you know, that he's a Slytherin.." A ravenclaw student murmured near Todd.

"That's true, his kind are always welcome there." A girl beside said student snorted.

Vincent simply nodded before getting up.

Todd furrowed his brow in confusion when Vincent made his way down the center isle, approaching him.
His heart-rate picked up in fear and he took a step back when Vincent stopped before him.

Neither boy said anything for a moment as the next person was called.

Todd had thought the feeling strange when he could only hear himself, his thoughts, and the sorting hat, when he was being sorted, but now found it just as strange that it seemed as if the only person in the room was Vincent- the only person who mattered really, and not in a pleasant way of mattering. It was as if he were stuck in a Pixie trap and his wings wouldn't budge, except instead of wings, it was his legs, and instead of a trap, it was the strong hold that Vincent's expression had on him.

Vincent was utterly still, his stormy eyes portraying nothing at all,
this scared Todd more than it should have, and he was unsure of what to say.

"Is.." Todd began carefully, "That why you said..?"

Vincent nodded.

"You realize it's different, right? The impact of mine versus yours?"

"It's a name." Vincent shrugged.

"Your father is a death eater." Todd spat the word out like it was poison.

"And your father is a murderer." Vincent's eyes narrowed slightly.

Todd bristled, "Quite the nerve you've got to say that!" He paused, "Did you- did you know who my father was?"

Vincent paused and then nodded, "Of course I did."

"And- and you didn't care to bring that up at all?" Todd scoffed.

"It wasn't relevant." Vincent shrugged.

"Relevant- relevant!" Todd raised his voice, "That's got to be the most relevant thing I've heard all day!" He threw his hands up in exasperation.

"Fine then- it wasn't helpful. Me recognizing you or you recognizing me wasn't exactly going to build on any friendship, now was it?" Vincent cocked an eyebrow.

"Friendship-" Todd choked out.

Friendship? He thinks we're still- the nerve, the absolute nerve of that-
Todd's shoulders sagged, Vincent...

"Friendship is out of the question, right now." Todd growled.

Vincent's expression finally broke as his eyes softened for a moment and his eyebrows titled in an arc of helplessness, his stormy eyes seeming almost a meloncholly blue for a moment before returning back to a neutral expression, "Have it your way then." He hissed, turning toward the end of the isle, he waited a moment, "You're exactly like your father, Todd." He then began towards the Slytherin table.