#trashtravers

“I would say you look a little glum, Travers, but that could just be your face,” the joke made a slight smile grace Rod’s lips as he sat down to the fellow Slytherin. It was one of the few breaks allowed for the Slytherin, choosing to spend it in the Great Hall wasn’t his first choice but noticing Atlas Travers gave him an idea. There was always something they could do to help the Dark Lord, or even for themselves, to pass the time. “What would you say if I told you that I might have an idea how to turn that frown upside down?” Pausing, Rod leaned closer with a  wicked sort of smile on his face. “We could do something you’ve always wanted to do, whatever it is.”

It was no difference, the way that the Slytherins handled it, especially the few that hated him for more reasons than Sirius could count. After his fight with Mulciber, it was only a matter of time when more of them would crowd him, would try to gain either revenge for their friend or try to go for a piece of Sirius themselves. He felt Atlas Travers approach as if something told him that something foreboding was coming and he should be on guard. “If you’re here to have a go, can we make it quick? I’ve got class to get to,” his voice filled with boredom as he turned to the Slytherin, hoping his facial features mirrored his tone.