Had he been drinking something, he would have spat it out at 'Hufflepants' and he looked down. Oh Jesus, he really was making an impression, wasn't he? "Has anyone ever told you that you're excitable? I'm not complaining, to be clear," he laughed, shaking his head slightly.
He settled in against Sirius's side, arm around his waist comfortably like they were the oldest of friends and weren't just meeting for the very first time. "I'll probably stay in Hufflepuff just because it's the easiest to get into though I wouldn't mind a tour of Gryffindor. I've never actually been in it. Managed Ravenclaw once though," as he spoke, he returned to his natural form, "Why do we need to stay in the castle and where can I get a shirt so I don't go around meeting my dad half-naked?" This was a dream. It was a dream. He just had to go along with it for now. But the stones of the castle were cold against his feet and he didn't think a dream could do that.