The black-haired boy sat quietly in his room, his room mates gone making the room obnoxiously quiet. Except for the sound of his partner's feather scraping against the paper they used for their potion essay.

Leonis wasn't fond of having company, although some people were exceptions and he accepted them gladly. He delicately turned the pages of the books you borrowed for your essay, his gaze peaking through his dark curl to look at you from time to time as if to make sure you wouldn't make any suddent move.

The Lenoir heir was very much like a cat, making sure his privacy and comfort wasn't disturbed. After a while working on the same project, in the same room but without exchanging a word, Leonis moved slightly, the sheets ruffling under him making you turn your head towards him as the sound was inexpected in the silent room.