#theguycode

code #1 #theblokecode feat. Dizzee Rascal

He wasn’t going to stay there looking at that fat painting like that, not after what was said and much less when it wasn’t going to do anything, he was sixteen, there was not sitting that still. What it did, however, was degrade into a terrible mood that sort of leaked off him by the time he was in his own common room the way only teenagers knew how. It was a strange mix of sadness and, oddly enough, anger. The last thing he needed was to face the mutts, the rat and the idiot at this point, he wasn’t sure they’d survive that. No, he was sure of something, that was the worry some part. When he sat on the sofa to pull that tome to him and do anything that didn’t have to do with homework, thank you very much, one of ‘the guys’ was actually there, and judging the way he looked at him he also knew what was going on and why. Obviously they talked about everything and anything that didn’t have to do with a girl; it was some sort of unspoken rule between guys when things like these happened. Sort of in the ‘code’ to ‘not mention it’, and between them they even knew instinctively that the rule of ‘don’t mention it’ was in place. “Did you do that thing for divination?” He asked in feigned boredom, ready to pounce on a potential opportunity to not do it himself. But alas he could almost smell the knowing look and knew his classmate had other plans for him. “Nope, come on, we’ll make something up.” It was obvious he thought it would be a perfect chance now that Severus showed a weakness in the homework department. Which worked for Severus; he wasn’t dragging Lily to finish this homework with him. He wasn’t going to think too much about her either, guys didn’t and wouldn’t do that. They needed to light some candle or other, but that wasn’t really going to happen so they pulled a parchment and since Lily took half his ink bottle as refill for/ damn it! “Well are you going to put something down?” Severus looked up from this parchment and wrote the first thing that came to mind. “Badger, I don’t know, you know the teacher can’t possibly really read these.” He said, giving in to the idea that he wasn’t going to sit this one out. He was going to do the only thing he knew how; plot and scheme. ((a little note on this: Oddly enough I had an actual man revise these ideas and had a long discussion about how the sixteen year old mind worked... The strangest thing was learning that boys and girls were not very different from one another at that age... they pretend to be, though.))