@nacarie, or so i’ve been told. [ alev contrasted her, rather than marble he would reflect a jagged stone. full of edges, dark, and monochromatic. like he didn’t really know who he was, a blank canvas just waiting to be painted, carved, anything. the ravenclaw sits beside her, not by will but by the nature of assigned seatings which was beyond either of their control. ] exchange students are usually out of the loop, ana and i didn’t really know about it until later. ours still need to come in, not to mention we only have a bit away until we return. [ an inevitable return, one which alev wouldn’t look forward to. a familiar bubble of irritation, maybe anger. but the boy swallows it, letting his rib cage threaten to rupture as long as he didn’t overreact to his own whims and thoughts. ] it’s lacking, but you look fine. you always do. [ was that a compliment? no, just brutal honesty. alev would try to remain cordial with the slytherin girl. there would be no point to make enemies, and compliments and whole—ful truths would be given when there was no need to lie. ] you make simple, complex. i doubt lucius (?) or anybody else could top your fashion sense and style.