p data-p-id="2f183a71871c80c77336be76e31d5173"Phil's POV/p
p data-p-id="61c9c8bbf61d5e1eb0ff5dc8ddfbdb5e"I wake up to someone gently squeezing my arm, shaking my body slightly. I squint my eyes and reluctantly open them, my senses coming back to me, and I flinch at the cold touch of the boy smiling at me. I rub my eyes and the boy, whom I don't remember the name chuckles at me, and a wave of relief washes over me at the sympathetic look in his eyes. The random act of kindness makes me feel warm inside and in an instant I smile widely back at him, determined to make friends today, funny how a smile can change anything in an instant. I yawn at the fatigue rippling through me and he leaves me to get dressed, as I make a mental note to register his face and to talk to him later. br /I suddenly lift myself up in a sitting position, making my head spin in the process. I shake the sleepiness out of my eyes and collect my scattered thought while slipping my robes on, smiling at the night I spent, talking with Dan, well, I was talking, he was just sobbing. To me that counts as a conversation. br /I nearly jump for joy when I register the fact that I'm going to see him today, even though maybe I won't talk to him, I know it doesn't really matter. Excitement ripples through me at the prospect of the day in front of me, talking to everyone, making friends, generally being good at being me./p
p data-p-id="01d9f5b8f885ebe0e2c4cb4ae29a9d8b"As I'm slipping on my shoes I feel a gentle tap on my shoulder and the boy from earlier looks at me shyly, shuffling his feet./p
p data-p-id="359ee5902a7d2abce184dc38c5d5e65b""Hey um... You seem nice and I haven't really made any friends yet... Could you tell me how to get to the Great Hall? My sense of orientation isn't very good..." The boy in front of me timidly asks, his blue eyes glinting./p
p data-p-id="999a29e07b99ffd213bd906420ffc6be""Better! I'll show you!" I say, maybe a bit too enthusiastically. "My name's Phil by the way. Phil Lester."/p
p data-p-id="8d17ce91db9f72698d6a5482bf825441"I extend my hand and he takes it, shaking it eagerly./p
p data-p-id="350c8c2efdfcf25421d66d438d3aeec1""I'm Troye! T-R-O-Y-E." He says, spelling it with a huge smile./p
p data-p-id="a7049cdd938bb71e895cab7432ef3a7c""Well Troye with an e, I think we should get going, I'm hungry as hell!"/p
p data-p-id="514faf5a71b4f0f67374c388f37aa0d7"**/p
p data-p-id="6f1016e5b9971ab1a7994d2ea63a7888"We end up sitting next to each other on the long, gigantic tables. I made sure to be facing where I could see the Slytherin table, waiting patiently for them to arrive. A confident-looking boy sits on my other side and I notice he too smiles at me. Maybe people here aren't so bad after all. The other houses start to fill in and finally I notice flashes of green as the Slytherin boys enter. At first I can't make out Dan in the middle of the crowd, but when they sit down, I see him hesitantly talking to a green-eyed boy next to him, but quickly looking back down at his plate. I frown at the deep bags under his eyes and his exhausted expression. He looks vulnerable, sitting there, head down, his robes slightly too long and hanging off his hands, making him 10 times more adorable. I stare at him intently, wishing him to look up and meet my gaze. My wishes must've come true because not 30 seconds later he lifts his head up, directly looking towards the Gryffindor table. His eyes search for someone and as his gaze find mine, he smiles a tiny smile, quickly looking back down, noticing my staring with a blush./p
p data-p-id="59b7966ba6e9d6ffdc90b052982f0bae""What are you looking at the Slytherin table like that for?"/p
p data-p-id="cf0152ccb54d78894978c08cc7f209e6"An inquisitive voice asks next to me and I suddenly turn towards him, noticing the boy who had sat next to me not long ago staring at me, his head slightly tilted./p
p data-p-id="42d78ac605737a3383459e3eafa07a45""For nothing, I just like the colour green!" I say cheerfully and he laughs, turning back to his conversation with the girl next to him. Speaking of girls, I see Mels and Tiff advancing towards me and they plop down in front of me. Instantly I smile, happy I've finally got even more company. I greet them with an energetic wave as my mouth is currently full of egg. Mels rolls her eyes at me but smiles a toothy grin./p
p data-p-id="d6e3ee4fa85c7f1bbdafacd10ae0e384""Did you sleep well?" She asks, dipping a biscuit in some sort of liquid. I consider for a moment telling her what happened with Dan, but I suddenly remember how the boy next to me looked when he caught me staring at the Slytherin table. Best not to mention it./p
p data-p-id="17a30e7b9bb94540492cdd1604f3f769""Amazingly well! I even got myself my own alarm clock" I say, gulping down the rest of my food and gesturing towards Troye. Mels laughs and Tiff grins at Troye, who just blushes and looks down at his plate./p
p data-p-id="f53581b8a2c9a80765c429c31b53b655"All of us turn our heads suddenly as we hear flaps of wings echoing in the Great Hall and stare in awe as the owls spill in, carrying letters and packages of all sorts. I almost squeal when a snowy white, grey dotted owl drops a letter in front of me. I quickly grab it, eagerly tearing the top off, not wasting a second and unfold the neatly folded paper inside it. I instantly recognize my mother's handwriting, and smile fondly at the kind, encouraging words. In front of me, I see Mels as well as Tiff received something, as did most of the students in the whole room./p
p data-p-id="73f8ac7c69d1c39e100957ec9f197abb"But then I extend my neck a bit to see about Dan and frown when I see him looking down at the empty spot in front of him, a clearly upset look on his face. My frown deepens as I see some of the boys from his table snicker at him and all I want to do is go over there and punch all of them square in the face, all though I'd probably just end up hurting my hand more than the actual boys. It makes me want to cry how oblivious he seems to the obvious mockery he is receiving, or maybe he's just trying his best to ignore it. Either way all I want to do go over there and hug him, he doesn't deserve all this./p
p data-p-id="bfd567f1e21fccd6db3efac554f641e7"Again, after a long moment, he finally looks up, and I might have been mistaken because of the distance separating us but I swear I could see tears brimming in his brown eyes. He catches my eye and with a saddened expression, he smiles at me, gulping away the tears threatening to spill. I blink encouragingly at him and smile a warm, reassuring smile, trying my best to communicate my sympathy and friendship. He seems to get it because his moods seems to brighten all of a sudden and with a blush on his cheeks he looks back down, starting to eat again./p
p data-p-id="8ef7d133320466930f266f822b542dec"**/p
p data-p-id="50ce44b03c94e403b3ed13366b36c11a"Dan's POV/p
p data-p-id="a868e9701eee133c2182bb8f8c51941f"When I get to the Great Hall, walking alone, my head hung low, my thoughts suddenly get paranoiac, and every laugh I hear, I imagine it being about how long the robes are on me, how ugly I look with the bags under my eyes, how generally awkward I am. It only worsens when I sit down, and everyone around me starts chatting about various topics, the words not even making any sense to me. Paranoia once again takes over, and I feel people looking at me, wondering why I'm all alone, talking to nobody. I try to engage a conversation with a green eyed boy next to me but he soon blows me off, getting back to talking to his real friends./p
p data-p-id="3da3a7747fe67dc3f8fdb9c42001382d"I look up, hope in my mind, wondering if from here I can see Phil and as my eyes rake the Gryffindor table I feel a gaze lingering on me and after a while, my eye catches Phil's. I notice he's staring at me with a gentle look on his face and I smile a tiny bit, a blush coating my cheeks as I look back down./p
p data-p-id="78c5ef796d5bc00936c07626186ed162"After minutes of me picking my food up on my fork and dropping it back down, not feeling hungry, I'm startled by the sudden, violent and loud noise of flapping wings. The hundred of owls fly in the room, dropping off packages and letters and I can't help but feel a tiny bit of hope each time one flies towards my direction. But when every single one has gone, and no letters are left in front of me, I can already feel the tears brimming in my eyes. I should have known they wouldn't care, I should've known they wouldn't make the effort. My breath hitches silently as I try my best to not let the tears spill, embarrassed by my own pathetic feelings. I feel everyone's gaze burning into me and I hear snickers from boys in front of me. I hug myself silently, wishing to get out here more than anything. I look up slowly and instantly find Phil's eyes searching mine, looking at me with so much gentleness I have to hold back the tears again. He blinks reassuringly at me and smiles warmly./p
p data-p-id="ae5326069c2c8f492d3a68616d98bdd1"His smile and expression make me believe that everything is going to be okay and I smile back, so grateful that maybe I'm not alone in this. Maybe with these little looks he'll help me through this. My hopes sink as I see him looking back to the people around him and talking enthusiastically with them, a sense of jealousy and dread washes over me. Who am I kidding, I know that I will never be enough for him, why would he want me as a friend when he can have all these wonderful people, these better people. With that thought in mind, I swear to myself that his smiles and reassuring looks won't be the only thing keeping me sane but as I look back down to my plate, I can't help but hold on to that memory of him hugging me and telling me everything is going to be okay./p
p data-p-id="d41d8cd98f00b204e9800998ecf8427e" /p
p data-p-id="26478db11a74b3c8675f463fee30cba7" /p
p data-p-id="0413c2b142f725cdff36f6d0ec27b629"strongOk someone bake me some cookies cuz i upDATED WOW YEAH I KNOW THAT'S OUT OF CHARACTER. But i figured I don't really wanna just leave this story like this so yeah I hope you liked it it took me some time to find the motivation :3 Tell me please what you thought ^^br /strong/p
p data-p-id="d29c044cf40333b8fb3812fe179421a9"stronglove you all *hand hearts*/strong/p
p data-p-id="61c9c8bbf61d5e1eb0ff5dc8ddfbdb5e"I wake up to someone gently squeezing my arm, shaking my body slightly. I squint my eyes and reluctantly open them, my senses coming back to me, and I flinch at the cold touch of the boy smiling at me. I rub my eyes and the boy, whom I don't remember the name chuckles at me, and a wave of relief washes over me at the sympathetic look in his eyes. The random act of kindness makes me feel warm inside and in an instant I smile widely back at him, determined to make friends today, funny how a smile can change anything in an instant. I yawn at the fatigue rippling through me and he leaves me to get dressed, as I make a mental note to register his face and to talk to him later. br /I suddenly lift myself up in a sitting position, making my head spin in the process. I shake the sleepiness out of my eyes and collect my scattered thought while slipping my robes on, smiling at the night I spent, talking with Dan, well, I was talking, he was just sobbing. To me that counts as a conversation. br /I nearly jump for joy when I register the fact that I'm going to see him today, even though maybe I won't talk to him, I know it doesn't really matter. Excitement ripples through me at the prospect of the day in front of me, talking to everyone, making friends, generally being good at being me./p
p data-p-id="01d9f5b8f885ebe0e2c4cb4ae29a9d8b"As I'm slipping on my shoes I feel a gentle tap on my shoulder and the boy from earlier looks at me shyly, shuffling his feet./p
p data-p-id="359ee5902a7d2abce184dc38c5d5e65b""Hey um... You seem nice and I haven't really made any friends yet... Could you tell me how to get to the Great Hall? My sense of orientation isn't very good..." The boy in front of me timidly asks, his blue eyes glinting./p
p data-p-id="999a29e07b99ffd213bd906420ffc6be""Better! I'll show you!" I say, maybe a bit too enthusiastically. "My name's Phil by the way. Phil Lester."/p
p data-p-id="8d17ce91db9f72698d6a5482bf825441"I extend my hand and he takes it, shaking it eagerly./p
p data-p-id="350c8c2efdfcf25421d66d438d3aeec1""I'm Troye! T-R-O-Y-E." He says, spelling it with a huge smile./p
p data-p-id="a7049cdd938bb71e895cab7432ef3a7c""Well Troye with an e, I think we should get going, I'm hungry as hell!"/p
p data-p-id="514faf5a71b4f0f67374c388f37aa0d7"**/p
p data-p-id="6f1016e5b9971ab1a7994d2ea63a7888"We end up sitting next to each other on the long, gigantic tables. I made sure to be facing where I could see the Slytherin table, waiting patiently for them to arrive. A confident-looking boy sits on my other side and I notice he too smiles at me. Maybe people here aren't so bad after all. The other houses start to fill in and finally I notice flashes of green as the Slytherin boys enter. At first I can't make out Dan in the middle of the crowd, but when they sit down, I see him hesitantly talking to a green-eyed boy next to him, but quickly looking back down at his plate. I frown at the deep bags under his eyes and his exhausted expression. He looks vulnerable, sitting there, head down, his robes slightly too long and hanging off his hands, making him 10 times more adorable. I stare at him intently, wishing him to look up and meet my gaze. My wishes must've come true because not 30 seconds later he lifts his head up, directly looking towards the Gryffindor table. His eyes search for someone and as his gaze find mine, he smiles a tiny smile, quickly looking back down, noticing my staring with a blush./p
p data-p-id="59b7966ba6e9d6ffdc90b052982f0bae""What are you looking at the Slytherin table like that for?"/p
p data-p-id="cf0152ccb54d78894978c08cc7f209e6"An inquisitive voice asks next to me and I suddenly turn towards him, noticing the boy who had sat next to me not long ago staring at me, his head slightly tilted./p
p data-p-id="42d78ac605737a3383459e3eafa07a45""For nothing, I just like the colour green!" I say cheerfully and he laughs, turning back to his conversation with the girl next to him. Speaking of girls, I see Mels and Tiff advancing towards me and they plop down in front of me. Instantly I smile, happy I've finally got even more company. I greet them with an energetic wave as my mouth is currently full of egg. Mels rolls her eyes at me but smiles a toothy grin./p
p data-p-id="d6e3ee4fa85c7f1bbdafacd10ae0e384""Did you sleep well?" She asks, dipping a biscuit in some sort of liquid. I consider for a moment telling her what happened with Dan, but I suddenly remember how the boy next to me looked when he caught me staring at the Slytherin table. Best not to mention it./p
p data-p-id="17a30e7b9bb94540492cdd1604f3f769""Amazingly well! I even got myself my own alarm clock" I say, gulping down the rest of my food and gesturing towards Troye. Mels laughs and Tiff grins at Troye, who just blushes and looks down at his plate./p
p data-p-id="f53581b8a2c9a80765c429c31b53b655"All of us turn our heads suddenly as we hear flaps of wings echoing in the Great Hall and stare in awe as the owls spill in, carrying letters and packages of all sorts. I almost squeal when a snowy white, grey dotted owl drops a letter in front of me. I quickly grab it, eagerly tearing the top off, not wasting a second and unfold the neatly folded paper inside it. I instantly recognize my mother's handwriting, and smile fondly at the kind, encouraging words. In front of me, I see Mels as well as Tiff received something, as did most of the students in the whole room./p
p data-p-id="73f8ac7c69d1c39e100957ec9f197abb"But then I extend my neck a bit to see about Dan and frown when I see him looking down at the empty spot in front of him, a clearly upset look on his face. My frown deepens as I see some of the boys from his table snicker at him and all I want to do is go over there and punch all of them square in the face, all though I'd probably just end up hurting my hand more than the actual boys. It makes me want to cry how oblivious he seems to the obvious mockery he is receiving, or maybe he's just trying his best to ignore it. Either way all I want to do go over there and hug him, he doesn't deserve all this./p
p data-p-id="bfd567f1e21fccd6db3efac554f641e7"Again, after a long moment, he finally looks up, and I might have been mistaken because of the distance separating us but I swear I could see tears brimming in his brown eyes. He catches my eye and with a saddened expression, he smiles at me, gulping away the tears threatening to spill. I blink encouragingly at him and smile a warm, reassuring smile, trying my best to communicate my sympathy and friendship. He seems to get it because his moods seems to brighten all of a sudden and with a blush on his cheeks he looks back down, starting to eat again./p
p data-p-id="8ef7d133320466930f266f822b542dec"**/p
p data-p-id="50ce44b03c94e403b3ed13366b36c11a"Dan's POV/p
p data-p-id="a868e9701eee133c2182bb8f8c51941f"When I get to the Great Hall, walking alone, my head hung low, my thoughts suddenly get paranoiac, and every laugh I hear, I imagine it being about how long the robes are on me, how ugly I look with the bags under my eyes, how generally awkward I am. It only worsens when I sit down, and everyone around me starts chatting about various topics, the words not even making any sense to me. Paranoia once again takes over, and I feel people looking at me, wondering why I'm all alone, talking to nobody. I try to engage a conversation with a green eyed boy next to me but he soon blows me off, getting back to talking to his real friends./p
p data-p-id="3da3a7747fe67dc3f8fdb9c42001382d"I look up, hope in my mind, wondering if from here I can see Phil and as my eyes rake the Gryffindor table I feel a gaze lingering on me and after a while, my eye catches Phil's. I notice he's staring at me with a gentle look on his face and I smile a tiny bit, a blush coating my cheeks as I look back down./p
p data-p-id="78c5ef796d5bc00936c07626186ed162"After minutes of me picking my food up on my fork and dropping it back down, not feeling hungry, I'm startled by the sudden, violent and loud noise of flapping wings. The hundred of owls fly in the room, dropping off packages and letters and I can't help but feel a tiny bit of hope each time one flies towards my direction. But when every single one has gone, and no letters are left in front of me, I can already feel the tears brimming in my eyes. I should have known they wouldn't care, I should've known they wouldn't make the effort. My breath hitches silently as I try my best to not let the tears spill, embarrassed by my own pathetic feelings. I feel everyone's gaze burning into me and I hear snickers from boys in front of me. I hug myself silently, wishing to get out here more than anything. I look up slowly and instantly find Phil's eyes searching mine, looking at me with so much gentleness I have to hold back the tears again. He blinks reassuringly at me and smiles warmly./p
p data-p-id="ae5326069c2c8f492d3a68616d98bdd1"His smile and expression make me believe that everything is going to be okay and I smile back, so grateful that maybe I'm not alone in this. Maybe with these little looks he'll help me through this. My hopes sink as I see him looking back to the people around him and talking enthusiastically with them, a sense of jealousy and dread washes over me. Who am I kidding, I know that I will never be enough for him, why would he want me as a friend when he can have all these wonderful people, these better people. With that thought in mind, I swear to myself that his smiles and reassuring looks won't be the only thing keeping me sane but as I look back down to my plate, I can't help but hold on to that memory of him hugging me and telling me everything is going to be okay./p
p data-p-id="d41d8cd98f00b204e9800998ecf8427e" /p
p data-p-id="26478db11a74b3c8675f463fee30cba7" /p
p data-p-id="0413c2b142f725cdff36f6d0ec27b629"strongOk someone bake me some cookies cuz i upDATED WOW YEAH I KNOW THAT'S OUT OF CHARACTER. But i figured I don't really wanna just leave this story like this so yeah I hope you liked it it took me some time to find the motivation :3 Tell me please what you thought ^^br /strong/p
p data-p-id="d29c044cf40333b8fb3812fe179421a9"stronglove you all *hand hearts*/strong/p