Clock Tower Courtyard

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Hekate and Xavi
Xavi was leaning against the tower itself, with his eyes closed. His jacket was absent from him and he was deep in focus, trying to convince himself of something impossible.

Like a spark, he suddenly felt a presence. He opened his eyes and shifted, spotting Hekate. "Oh, human being," he iterated, getting ready to return to thinking again.

"It was sarcasm, my dear," he yawned, blinking slowly. He watched her with lazy pupils, smiling nonchalantly. "Disappointed? Did you want an alien?"

He kept his stare focused on her, strangely unwavering. He was still positioned casually, rather sleepily if you looked at it the right way. He had heard of Hekate. She sounded like a little troublemaker. Apparently dealt in the mind. With the sound of it, she was probably poking around in his head right now. He didn't say anything.

He looked at the ground after a good six minutes and pushed off of the wall with his back, standing up straight and slipping his hands into his pockets. "I suppose you're done now?" he asked, silent smile on.

"For now," he echoed. "Care to give a forewarning next time? I like to clean my head before visitors show up." He rolled his neck, stretching and looked back at Hekate, smiling tilting into a smirk. "If I wanted to dress all fancy, I'd die and ask for a funeral. Oh, he is a handful. His priorties are all over the place, and I don't mind the food. In fact I might even smuggle some snacks later."

"That's not what I meant," he chuckled. He gave her a playful wink and turned to the courtyard's entrance. "Customary for a funeral. Not really my decision how they dress me considering I'll be dead."

"You won't really have the choice of what happens to your body unless you say something before you die, y'know?" he pointed out, glancing over his shoulder. He spotted the lighter and raised an eyebrow. "Planning to light something up?"

"Well if you don't mind, could avoid lighting me up then?" he asked good-naturedly. He glanced up at the sky and whistled for a second, holding a note for a few seconds before sighing. "Hogwarts seems to have a much more interesting lot this year."

"Well then you'd be more bored if you got here earlier," Xavi said matter-of-a-factly, shrugging somewhat. "Much doesn't go here. At least, not anymore..." The trail off was an invitation for a little chaos, that of course, he wasn't going to say he was encouraging. For the sanctity of what remained of his clean reputation.