House Hydra: Ashton & Barclay & Open
Ashton had his head resting on one hand, his limbs curled in the corner of the couch that sat in the lobby, and he shifted a look to Barclay when he approached. "What?"
The witch who had cured the magical wound in his side the day before was still a great mystery to the dragon, but a night spent flying free of the pain had earned a definite grudging respect for the boy's power. It meant he didn't immediately glower at him and dismiss his comment. A comment which sounded suspiciously sarcastic. "I am not wearing a costume."
He unfolded his arms as if to prove that point, his black shirt and the white undershirt the normal type of clothing he'd been seen in since coming to the academy. "You are?" Eyes raking over Barclay, Ashton lifted an eyebrow.