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Post by DEVON REDWOOD on Jun 25, 2011 22:17:07 GMT -5
Devon huffed, his lips tightening as he thought of a good comeback. But his and his brother's swear came back to him all at once and he looked away, doing his best not to be a terrible person. True, he didn't think that the Slytherins were ever in their trouble just for the fun of the game. he thought they always had something sinister up their sleeves. But that was exactly what his brother was talking about, and exactly how Alas thought the Marauders were.
"I just get a bad feeling about them," he said after a moment of calming himself down. "I worry about you being friends with them. They could lead you don't the wrong path." He looked at Alas again. "Sometimes I think that they really want to hurt people and I know that you're not like that, and I don't want you to end up like that." He looked away again, and opened the door. He took another bite of his pumpkin pastry, convincing himself that with this action he was silencing himself and, in a sense, ending the conversation. He knew Alas would return with something snide about the Marauders.
He headed down the hall with his leisurely gait. He rarely looked like he had a care in the world, because he rarely did. He chowed down on his pastry, his substitute for dinner. How had Alastair managed to get dinner at all? He wondered about his brother's schedule.
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Post by ALASTAIR REDWOOD on Jun 26, 2011 21:24:45 GMT -5
He really couldn't argue with the fact that there were some people in his house who were slightly more...well unsavory in their methods than Alastair was, but he had seen the other side as well. The brunette thought vividly of James Potter and Sirius Black, ringleaders of their little gang of friends. Alastair thought of them as little less than glorified bullies, who happened to be popular.
And since they were pretty popular, even the teachers were likely to turn a blind eye toward them, but Alas saw some of the things they did as mean and pointless even cruel. He wasn't so sure that they would have any qualms with hurting someone if they didn't like them. However he merely shrugged, expression darkening. "I don't trust some people in your house either." He said "And do you really think I'm stupid? I don't hang around people I don't trust." Alas said, frowning, "You don't know my friends, so you shouldn't make assumptions about them. I didn't say anything except that you and your friends get into trouble, which isn't an assumption, it's fact."
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Post by DEVON REDWOOD on Jun 26, 2011 21:43:05 GMT -5
Devon shot a glare over his shoulder at his brother, already tired of this topic, though he realized he had sort of jumped to conclusions about what his twin had meant. He swallowed that bite of pumpkin pastry, pausing to let Alas catch up. "Sorry," he muttered. "I just...I'm tired and hungry," he said in a quick breath, tearing another bite out of the pastry to chew. "I'm just pissy, you know how I get."
As Alas caught up he kept walking. They would have to part ways soon, so that Alastair could go back to his Slytherin house and Devon could hurry up to the Gryffindor house. It was high on the seventh floor, and he needed to get there before curfew hit and he was slapped with another detention by a prefect or, worse, a professor. He imagined a Gryffindor prefect would go easy on him, seeing as he had to run up from the dungeons after a late detention. It was a legitimate excuse, right?
He finished off his "dinner" in another two bites that he fit into one, as he often would. "Night, Alas," he said at the turn of the hallways. Even in the thick wool robes they had to wear, this part of the castle at this time of night was cool to him. He rubbed his arm, heaving his bag higher on his shoulder. "See you later?" [/blockquote] |
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