The Baron was exceptionally relieved to leave the sorting room, which had been getting rather cramped. Although it had been a somewhat enlightening experience, he now found himself filled with a great deal of questions, such as where to find decent rooms, where that library was, and, how to find the Muggle Studies Department. The hat had left him
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It was spring, after all.
"You're sorted, then?" he said in greeting. "Has someone shown you to where you'll be staying?"
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A huge man floating in the middle of the hallway isn't the strangest thing he's seen, but there isn't much stranger, nothing he can think of at the moment. A giant skeleton of trash might take the cake for all time weirdest and otherwise superlative sights.
The way this man was dressed, though, there would probably have to be some kind of courtly manners displayed, much like the baring of teeth when two or more felines were first put into each other's company.
He bowed. "Excuse me," he said politely enough.
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Slipping on his best courtly smile, he nodded politely to Gwendal. "Greetings." He made no particular move to get out of Gwendal's way, being used to people finding their way around him.
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He carefully made his way by the Baron-vampiric strength meant even bumping someone too hard could literally break fragile human bones-and quietly murmured, "Excuse me," so as not to startle the man. Jasper moved silently, and knew from experience it tended to startle humans if he didn't announce his presence in some manner.
As he passed, he was reading the man's mood. It was simply second nature by then, being an empath. He noted the Baron seemed expectant, and maybe a touch impatient about something, but couldn't guess the source. He paused and turned back to face the man. "Do you need help?" he asked with a trace of concern in his voice.
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He smiled politely and replied, "It all depends on what you mean. I'm waiting on someone to show me around, but I expect I need a great deal of general assistance. I just finished speaking with a talking hat, and, have only a general idea of where or when I am. I do appreciate your asking." Really he did appreciate it. He was swiftly realizing his title didn't mean much here, and, there was no specific reason why this attractive young man should bother to inquire.
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"This is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, located in Scotland. The year is 2009 A.D. Although if you're from another world," here he gave the Baron a cursory once-over with a genial smile, to hopefully lessen the impression of predatory appraisal, "none of that may matter very much to you. This is a boarding school of sorts, but from what I hear classes are rarely held. I've gone the independent study route, myself-the library is impressive." He held up the thick tome he was carrying as though to illustrate this.
"I'm happy to help however else I can until the person you're waiting for arrives," he offered with another pleasant smile. Assuming the desired form of 'help' didn't involve activities best abstained from when in the middle of a public hallway, of course.
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"You've already been exceptionally helpful. That's about the most thorough explanation of the facts I've heard so far. They're hard to believe, but, so's the rest of this situation." He rubbed at his forehead one-handedly, confessing, "It's all been a bit much, and, I can't figure out why I'm here. And to all appearances, stuck here- I believe that my home's in a distant galaxy, and doesn't exist yet. But things could be worse."
There were definitely far worse things than speaking to such a lovely man that he didn't own, who was offering assistance for no reason, and, was he even showing some vague sense of interest? He was certain that it was just a general curiosity, and not the incredibly unlikely sort ( ... )
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