grow with the mystery;

Any other match would have been more interesting than Ravenclaw vs Hufflepuff, though to be fair many of those he would actually be playing in making them automatically better. But still, this had to be the least interesting combination. Yet he still found himself trudging down the lawn with everyone else before the match started. It wouldn’t be smart to completely ignore Ravenclaw’s and Hufflepuff’s strategies, he would be facing off against them later after all. 

At his unintentional companion’s comment he shot a look towards Moody, glancing at her outfit with a small shrug, “Hmm. That sounds like a you problem so why are you bringing it up to me.” 

“Now you’ve got me there.” He smirked, his mind drifting off to the bottle of firewhiskey he had smuggled in just for this occasion. “But who throws the best after party? Cause I’ve found each house does something different, and they all have pros and cons.” 

rabastan knew when he was being mocked, ridiculed and he despised it. especially when he’d been good natured with her, friendly even and she chose to take a dig at his intelligence. he bristled, he was not stupid despite not making his marks a priority, and he was doing just fine in that department anyhow. and his prowess with hexes, curses and charms was well known, as were his fists. he wouldn’t let anyone make him feel small for any reason, not even a pretty girl. “any offer i’ve made? rescinded, i don’t help people who bite the hand that feeds them.” she thought she was so clever, but he saw right through her little act. “later.” he got up and moved to leave.

Elsie herself didn’t care all that much about quidditch. She saw some value in the sport, sure, just like there was some value in most team sports. But then there was also the competitiveness and the rivalry and it all just seemed so self-destructive to her that she couldn’t quite bring herself to actively participate. Well, in most ways, at least. But Alice was on her house team, so she did like to at least to come and support them when they had games. However, avoiding conversation was generally a big goal of hers when she did, especially with the opposing team. This time, however, that didn’t happen. “If you don’t know the charm you could always just wear more layers.”

“still sounds like you need better friends.” he wasn’t offended by her statement, seemed unnecessary to argue over this. “if you think you’re in trouble there, feel free to come find me.” he had quite the reputation for dueling, or bullying as some might call it in other circles and he didn’t like the idea of anyone hurting her without at least the courtesy of a warning ,seemed cowardly.

“come on — what? unlike some people i guess i don’t expect people to be attacking me left and right, and i’ve been around people waving wands for so many reasons, hardly ever as an attack. who is it exactly you’re friends with that just comes at you unprovoked?” he had little reason to fear his classmates, finding himself more of a threat than most others, maybe he was just being conceited but he hadn’t been one to flinch or jump to conclusions like that. besides, he’d been hexed before and it was usually better to be the one to throw the second blow, claim self defense.

he leaned against a sofa near her and laughed shortly, hands in his pockets. “wait, are you telling me you’ve lost friends or something because you performed simple charms? i just don’t believe that, sorry.” he silently accepted her thanks but it was unnecessary.

he was happy to accept the compliment, bas didn’t have too much of an ego about his appearance but it was always nice to be admired, he had worked for his physique. the smirk on his lips could testify to his pleasure at her words. but her order to accept it was interesting, his oppositional nature butting its head against that. her request was a bit odd though, and he pulled out his wand to demonstrate it. “you forget you’re a witch?” he swished his wrist and the window shut, he put his wand away. “simple enough.”

isn’t that LAUREL MOODY? yeah that is HER, sitting there at the RAVENCLAW table with those other SIXTH years and i think i heard sybill saying they look like ESTER EXPÓSITO… whoever that is! when she looks into her crystal ball she sees velvet and silk, carelessly crumpled. peaches and pink splatters, hiding a dagger in their midst. a girl who seems like she’ll ruin your life; she knows how, but she holds back with a smile and a kiss on the cheek, a whispered bit of knowledge. she leaves you high and dry; wondering, wishing, unaware of what the hell just happened to you. anyway i’ve heard they’re pretty CHARMING, HEDONISTIC, and ESOTERIC. apparently they’re a PUREBLOOD but i’m sure that’s not related. —— [ vic : nzst : 21 : she/her ]