Passing the Time

[Aubergine Fulvous]

It always made Aubergine happy when another person agreed to have a conversation with him. The thirteen year old was incredibly extroverted, although most would agree that his social skills needed some work. Clingy, they called him, and nosy, among plenty of other negative things, but the boy wasn't bothered by it. His mother assured him that he was perfect just the way he was. The other children were jealous. It made sense to him and he tried his hardest to make friends with such petty people. They needed someone to look up to; he would inspire them to be a better person.

Before he could respond to Molly, an older boy plopped himself on the other side of the sofa. Aubergine peered around the girl's auburn hair to offer a friendly smile. He nodded, quite eager to answer the question even though it wasn't exactly directed at himself. If there was a question that he knew the answer to, then surely he should share it!

"She's supposed to be writing a paper for history of magic," He told Cathal, "But she's not doing it." Quite proud of himself for being helpful, the boy grinned from ear to ear, unaware that he had left Molly's question unanswered.