The teen had come to the Student Commons since it seemed like a quiet place to relax for once. There wasn't that many students in the place and those that were were thankfully keeping to themselves. The noise level wasn't as loud either and the Ravenclaw chalked that up to there being no Gfyffindors there, or none that he could see or that he could recall. The long lean figure that was Silas Lestrange had his grey jean clad legs were propped up on the arm of one of the couches near the fire. His expensive leather shoes were set close to the couch by his feet. One jumper clad arm was tucked behind his head while his other was close to his chest, his hand holding the book that was propped up on his chest as his brown eyes roamed over the pages as he read.

The house elves had built up the fire so it was nice and warm and since the teen was comfortable, had already eaten, and it was quiet as he lay relaxing, Silas could say he was in a comfortable content mood. So much so that the Ravenclaw could fall asleep if he wasn't careful. As it was, the fifteen year old could still feel his eyelids becoming heavy wanting to shut. Using the back of his wrist, he rubbed at his eyes and blinked trying to wake himself up a bit. His fingers fumbled causing him to drop the book. Giving an annoyed sigh, Silas glanced down at it but resigned it to it's fate. He was too comfortable to retrieve it and feeling too lazy to move. That was probably why he tilted his head backwards a bit when he heard a noise but didn't immediately get up. Looking at the person who'd come to either intrude or join him in his sloth like behaviour he stated, "I'm not budging."

Annoyance warred with resentment and caution. Silas was always wary around his cousin. Unlike Draco Leyton was the bigger danger. Even more so this year than previously with the escape of Bellatrix. He had no idea how his mother viewed Leyton since he'd been twoish at the time and Silas a baby.

"Mother would have preferred that but do you honestly see you, me, and Draco in the same house without one of dying?" Silas didn't think they would survive. More than likely they would have taken up permanent residence in Professor Snape's office. They would take family feuding to a whole new level.

Glancing at his book about poisonous plants he considered just holding out his hand for it. Knowing that Leyton wouldn't give it back unless he verbally requeated it, Silas wondered if he'd be quick enough if he tried to summon it. Deciding it was too much trouble for now he arched a brow instead. He would play civil as long as the did. He was however unable to not be..him. So he was curious and suspicious. "I highly doubt you came here to talk with me just to reminisce."

Keeping his face blank, Silas didn't give in to the shiver that wanted to run down his back. This was only one reason he had opted Ravenclaw. There was no doubt in his mind that Leyton could cheerfully smother him in his sleep. The logistics of the heir fued he was sure only played a minor part of the older boy's personality. He just was. Something Draco had tried to replicate when trying to be tje boss but only succeeded in being a prat when they were young.

His cousin smiling was not a good thing. At least from what Silas had observed. Which was proven accurate when Leyton told him of why he was here. "Lovely," was his dry reply.

As if he wasn't poking a stick at a dangerous snake, Silas' lips twitched while his eyes lit with a curious gleam. "And what kind of hexes were they?"

Obviously they couldn't have been deemed too bad if they were cast at the lower levels. There hadn't been any deaths or maiming. So he was curious what was bad enough that would have his cousin seek out a hiding place with people. Let alone him.

Sitting up, Silas sat cross legged, his eyes on his cousin. His fingers twitched wanting to hold his book but the otjer boy had it where he couldn't and wouldn't touch it. Arching a brow he humorlessly and a bit of sarcasm asked, "Because they didn't make way for the oh so important seventh year?"

The first hex mentioned was disguting bit the second had him curious. "Sardine hex?"

Was Leyton lying again or was this some sort of new hex that the Slytherin had come up with? Silas wouldn't put it past him. Coming up with new and cruel ways to torture someone were likely what Leyton called fun. Malicious or not, Silas' curiosity was piqued. Perhaps it was his nature or him wanting to probe his cousin that had him saying, "If this the best you have, its no wonder the family hasn't decided named you heir to the Lestrange house and name."

Having made a noncommittal noise about fearing Leyton, he curled his lip in disgust at the description of the hex. That was...juvenile. It was right there with that slug hex. Nasty amd vile and in his opinion for children. It did get the message across he supposed. One would think twice after a round of vomiting slugs or having fish come out your nose. Dying by sufficating from fish was not pleasant or dignified and a very poor way to go.

"I'd say I'm at least a few steps above you, cousin." Silas let a bit of his anger slip into his tone and gaze. Silas was purely human for one. He wasn't going around fornicating with anything with legs. Really it was amazing that there weren't bastard children popping up all over the place. It seemed like magical teenagers were randier than their mundane counterparts.

Sillping his shoes on he stood flexed his wrist dropping his wand into his hand. "Accio book."

Catching his book, Silas gave his cousin a cold grin that held no humor. He could be just as cruel as his family if he wanted. He just preferred methods that weren't so obvious. He didn't flaunt or appear power hungry like his relatives. "Bit of advice cousin. Unlike most, I don't tip my hand. You have no idea what I am capable of."

A mocking smile adorned his face as he asked, "Want to find out? I'm curious too."