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Antonie sits in the small seat squished between who he could only assume where fifth years, a girl to his left with auburn hair speaking to the quiet looking girl sitting in the seat in front of her. The boy to his right with such terrible facial hair he could barely focus on anything else. Though he was pulled back into focus by a loud huff he thought came from the greasy looking boy in front of him, this boy perfectly fit the description of the one and only Severus Snape he heard so much about from the Slytherins in the year above. Antonie sits quietly trying not to stare at how wide set Severus had his legs, instead he focused on how the carriage ride felt much rougher then the boat ride the past years. He could feel every rock that went under the rickety wheels, every bump and bend they went over. As they reach the castle that Antonie had become so familiar with he watches as the greasy boy in front of him gets hit by hanging branches and the fifth years in the carriage laugh.
Out of all the fifth years he only knew Evan Rosier, a Slytherin boy who showed him where the bathroom was on his first day at the school. To Antonie it was a bit of an embarrassing story but to Evan it was hilarious, a small french boy coming up to him asking in very broken english for directions to the bathroom, on multiple occasions he tried to explain to Evan that it was his first time speaking to a random person in english but he would just laugh and ruffle Antonie's hair. Getting out of the carriage was much easier then he thought it would have been, the fifth year boy with terrible facial hair got out first, followed by Severus, tripping on his own coat barely saving himself from the mud. Antonie got out next, he stumbled on the uneven ground though not meeting the same fate as the greasy haired boy because his fall was broken by a dark olive hand. He looked up to see that the hand belonged to the tall blond haired Evan, quickly getting to his feet he thanked the blond boy and let go of his hand. He didn't know why Evan had come to his rescue, he had only really had a few conversations with the boy.
As if he had read his mind the blond boy began to speak. "Ya' right there?", Evan's voice smooth like silk.
"uhm..yeah i'm okay", Antonie stuttered, trying not to slip into french after being with his family all summer. Going back to school was hard after being with his family for a month and a half whilst only speaking french, though when he would go back to his family home for the summer it was hard to switch from english. As he was thinking of something else to say to Evan he was cut off by a loud scream in a language he had never heard before. Antonie jumped at the loud noise and looked around for the source. He then laid eyes upon the source, a small brunette girl screaming at the fifth year with terrible facial hair.
Antonie turned to Evan and asked with a quiet voice. "she new?", he turned back just in time to see the small girl with her finger in the fifth years face.
The olive blond laughed, then spoke in his silky voice. "i believe so, never seen her before", Antonie glanced up at Evan quickly realising that he had caught the blond staring. Evan quickly glanced back to the small girl, trying not to make it obvious that he had been caught watching the brown haired boy.