Edgar started playing with the end of a sleeve, his eyes down but his posture still firm. He might have played with a loose thread, but there were none. His parents were sticklers for good tailors. "No," he answered. "It's boring at home." Not that he would have played nicely with a sibling. Not that he thought he would either.
"Can we talk about something more interesting?" He looked back up from his sleeve and stilled his hands.
It would have been weird to have been an only child. Though if it was all you knew... it was weird now, having lost most of her siblings, and Colton was so much older it was almost like being the only one. Except it wasn't really. It wasn't as though they stopped having existed even though they no longer lived.
Although steering the conversation away from family was one which Ariana could get behind, the bluntness of the comment made her pause. "What would you like to talk about?"
Edgar shrugged and sighed. "I don't know, but this...'proper talk' is getting annoying," he admitted. Maybe talking to someone else that way wasn't the best, but maybe Ariana felt the same way, and all the better it would be. "I was here first. What do you want to talk about?" He could have said that far less kindly.
Proper talk could get annoying, she did have to agree with that. Even if the bluntness of what he had said was still very abrupt. He was here first, so she had to talk? Right. What was he, an eight year old? "Well if you don't want proper talk, then I also presume you don't want boring small talk. So what does that leave strangers to talk about?"
Edgar shrugged his shoulders. "There are plenty of topics to choose from, or perhaps we can sit in silence." Or perhaps they could talk about the Dark Arts. He eyed her carefully, wondering whether she would take that bait or go crying to a teacher. "Have you ever been in the Restricted Section of the library?"
At his words, she eyed him. "I can't say that I have," she answered truthfully. And then took a moment to debate her next words. It seemed unlikely he would bring it up and then scorn her for showing an interest, so perhaps an interest was the answer he wanted. "Though I'm sure there is a lot of interesting things in there," she looked back at him. "Have you?"
Edgar nodded. He hadn't been caught--he wasn't going to be caught--so there was no harm in telling Ariana. "Yeah, a few times. It's great. Lots of cool stuff. History. Dark Arts. Potions. I mean, some of it just advanced stuff, not really dangerous." Anything was dangerous in the right hands, so that was hardly important, right?
Like pride. Pride was dangerous in the right hands.
That sounded interesting. Maybe it would be worth trying to sneak into the restricted section... though the trouble if she was caught... she'd just have to make sure she didn't get caught. "Sounds like interesting things," she said. "Though I'm sure there is a great deal that is dangerous."
Edgar shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, sure, but not if you know to handle yourself. Don't touch the dangerous stuff, unless you're prepared," he said, trying to sound smart. "We could go sometime, just you and me." She was pretty, after all. It wouldn't have been so bad to spend time with her alone--and he wouldn't get into trouble if she was there too.
He made a fair point. If you were careful, it was a lot easier to avoid the dangerous stuff. At his suggestion, she frowned thoughtfully. It could be interesting... though if they got caught.. they just had to make sure they didn't get caught. "I think that would be interesting," she said.
Edgar's lip quirked into a grin. "Yeah?" The only thing better than sneaking into the Restricted Section was doing it with someone, particularly a pretty girl like Ariana who was agreeing to do it in the first place. The boy put his hands behind his head and relaxed in his seat. "That's great. When do you want to do it?"
Maybe agreeing to sneak into the restricted section was not a good idea. But Ariana was curious about the place, and having an accomplice was likely going to make it easier. If anything it gave any excuses for why she might be in there more weight. Or a person to put the blame on. He was older than her after all. “Now if you’re ready,” she returned. Why not?
Edgar practically jumped from his seat, bulleted like a spell projected from a wand. "Yeah, I'm always ready," he replied a bit sloppily. He gathered up his stuff and stared at Ariana. "Let's go--no sense wasting time, right?" He walked over to the entrance whether or not she was ready, but he waited for her to catch up.
Unless she was playing some kind of cruel joke on him.