Hogwarts was a lot for Dakota to take in, and needless to say the poor muggle-born was stressing out constantly. Today was no exception when Dakota had to leave charms class because he was getting too overwhelmed and stressed out. To take a breather, Dakota took a walk and ended up in the lavatory.
He was worried about Dakota when he left charms. So he had asked Professor Van der Hoek....Etta if he could be excused, too. The boys lavatory was the first place he looked; it was the go-to, according to all the YA novels he'd been currently fascinated by. "Dakota?" He calls out, hoping that his hunch was correct.
Dakota wasn't expecting anyone to follow him to see if he was okay, nor was he hoping anyone would. Disturbing another student's learning was the last thing he wanted to do, but at the same time he was thankful when he heard a familiar voice. "Dom?" He responded, opening the door to his stall. He had been sitting on the ground in the stall prior to Dom arriving, just collecting himself and his thoughts.
He peers into the stall. "Hi." He blushes a little at the strangeness of the situation. "I came to see if you were okay...I was a little worried." He rubs the back of his hair. "I guess it's kinda silly..."
Seeing Dom, a friendly face, definitely helped. "Hey," he responded. "You were?" He then went on to ask, starting to feel burdensome for causing Dom to miss out on the lesson. "It's not silly, it means a lot." Dakota tried to reassure the other, standing up from the stall floor and exciting it.
He bites the inside of his cheek and looks down at his feet, "Well..I mean, yeah... You're my...friend." He says awkwardly. Why wasn't there a book to help him extract emotion into his words? A how-to guide on being...helpful. "Well...Are you? Okay, that is?"
His cheeks seemed to flush at the whole friends thing, but Dakota wasn't really sure why. Pushing the thought out of his mind, Dakota nodded. "Yeah... Well, I think so... I just got overwhelmed with everything. It's a lot more to take in then I was expecting..."
He places a comforting hand on Dakota's arm, "Hey, don't worry. I'm muggleborn too...It's a lot to take in. I'm waiting for someone to shake me and wake me up." He says with a grin, retracting his hand quickly when he realises it might have lingered.
Dakota was almost too distracted by Dom placing his hand on his arm to acknowledge what was being said to him. But luckily he was able to piece together what was said, enough to where he was surprised at least. "Wait, you're a muggle-born too?" He asked, clearly not expecting such a revelation. "You seem like you have it all figured out though..."
He puts his thumb on his pinky and holds up three fingers, akin to the infamous salute. "Scouts' honour." He jokes, "Honestly, I don't." He shifts from foot to foot, unsure of whether he should open up. "I like to think I'm really good at convincing others I've got it all figured..." He admits, "But really, I have no idea how this is all real."
Dakota still seemed to be shocked, but nonetheless he was going to take the conversation in strides. "In all honesty, you're doing a great job at convincing everyone. I was a hundred percent sold you were a pure-blood who knew absolutely everything there was to know about magic."
He blushes, unused to this. "Well...I just read a lot I guess...I don't think I could ever know everything..." he counters, "But you don't have to be pure blood to know everything, either. You are here for a reason."
He shrugged shyly, looking down at the ground. "I don't know, you seem to know a lot, and yeah I guess. But it seems to come a lot easier to them... I mean I think I've done a good job at taking in what we've been learning, but it does seem a lot easier for them..."