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Post by cassian on Nov 12, 2008 23:48:24 GMT 1
He'd skipped dinner the night before because he'd been so ridiculously tired.. and now, here he was, his stomach growling at him obnoxiously. Despite the protests of the house elves who were trying to get lunch ready, Cassian Zabini had one of the large refrigerators wide open. He knew he was in their way, but he didn't particularly care. What would happen if word got out that Hogwarts was denying their students of much needed nutrition?
Completely ignoring a house elf who stated she needed to get something out of this particular fridge, Cassian reached in and fished out a package of ham. A sandwich was sounding particularly mouth watering at the moment in time. He squinted his eyes to a get better looking inside, hoping to spot any sort of cheese other than swiss.
When at last he saw some cheddar, Cassian grinned and yanked it free of it's position on the shelf. Forgetting that the house elf needed to get in there, he shut the fridge with his foot and carried the meat and cheese over the counter. Now all he needed was some bread and perhaps some mayo and lettuce and he was good to go. |
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Post by hugo on Nov 13, 2008 0:04:27 GMT 1
It was the perfect way to impress Jeona, a midnight feast before they went to sneak out and down to Hogsmeade. The house-elves were always so pleasant and helpful, but he didn't want to leave things to the last minute and give them any stress. It was the attitude he'd been raised with; house-elves deserved respect. He tiptoed into the kitchen. Hopefully his request wouldn't present too much difficulty.
The elves were busy at work. The few he knew by name he greeted warmly and nicked a bit of jam roll off a table to eat while he looked about. There was usually one in charge wearing a toga with the Hogwarts crest on it. Instead of the head-elf, he noticed a Slytherin sixth year on the other side of the kitchens. His eyes narrowed. He'd seen him with Roxie before. Dislike flared instantly and he acted without thought, lifting a roast potato and chucking it across the room at the the boy.
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Post by cassian on Nov 13, 2008 0:23:11 GMT 1
Fishing a loaf of bread from the pantry, and some mayo from a different fridge, Cassian carried them back to the counter he was working at and set them down. The Slytherin glanced around a moment, trying to figure out where they kept the utensils. A knife would be pretty useful right about now. It was at this precise moment that Cassian turned around and noticed a particularly insulting roasted potato flying towards his head. Brown eyes widened and his hand shot up, catching the potato... flinching and he listened to it squash and crumble underneath his grasp.
Ew.
As if it were some sort of disease, Cassian tossed the potato off to the side, not caring where it landed. Reaching over to a passing house elf, he snatched the elves hand towel and hastily wiped off his potato infected hand. If there was one thing Cassian really couldn't stand, it was being dirty in any way. After moodily tossing the towel to the counter, sandwich completely forgotten, he raised his irritated gaze towards the Gryffindor who tossed it.
He was lucky Cassian didn't yell. "What in the bloody hell was that for?" |
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Post by hugo on Nov 13, 2008 1:27:01 GMT 1
"Well, mate, you're a Slytherin, and that makes you a prat," Hugo said nastily, glaring at the older boy. He wasn't even sure who he was, but he was probably one of those gits always spreading horrible rumors about Roxie. And Hugo wasn't standing for that. He threw another potato and stalked off to the other side of the kitchen, sense catching up with him as he went. He hoped the other boy didn't try to start a fight with him, as he didn't really have a reason for throwing things and didn't feel like trying to defend his actions in front of a teacher.
He continued to look for the required house elf, but blood was now pounding in his ears and he was filled with adrenaline. Only yesterday there had been another dirty rumor circulating about his cousin Roxanne, and according to James it had come from the Slytherins. They never could just keep their mouths shut. He slammed a fridge with unnecessary force and looked over his shoulder, half expecting to find Cassian behind him aiming a punch, and half wanting to. Give me a reason, mate...
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Post by cassian on Nov 13, 2008 1:59:07 GMT 1
This Gryffindor was positively irritating. Cassian narrowed his eyebrows staring at him. He looked younger, and vaguely familiar.. but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. It never even occurred to him that this Gryffindor was related to Roxanne Weasley in any way. She was so.. beautiful and enticing. This was kid was so.. retarded looking.
Before he even had a chance to open his mouth to speak again, another potato sailed in his direction. This time Cassian wasn't fast enough and it slammed into his chest with a sicking squish before falling to the floor, leaving nasty potato remnants on his Slytherin crest. It was at this precise moment that Cassian Zabini began seeing red. There might as well have been a bull fighter standing in front of Hugo, waving that big red teasing flag.
In a matter of about four seconds, Cassian had crossed the kitchen. When Hugo turned around, Cassian was standing there staring at him rather stone faced. He wasn't the kind to throw punches, and he wasn't the kind to start yelling.. So he spoke as calmly as he could, face never straying from serious. "I don't know what your problem is, mate... but you'd better get over it pretty quickly. Let's say I am a prat just because I'm a Slytherin.. what does that make you? An intolerable git that deserves to get his arse kicked just because he likes to do silly little things like throwing potatoes at students who are minding their own business?" |
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Post by hugo on Nov 13, 2008 2:09:20 GMT 1
Hugo shrank back against the fridge when he realised that Cassian was directly behind him. Oh bollocks... he thought, fear crossing his face as he tried to move out of Cassian's angry way. He stuttered for a few minutes as he tried to come up with some reasonable explanation for his behaviour, but he knew there wasn't one really. What could he do but swallow his pride and apologise? Not very likely. So he said nothing for a moment, but let the older boy think that he was attempting to contain his anger. His checks became rather red and he huffed and puffed furiously.
"Prats like you are the sort to spread horrid rumours and falsities about people I happen to be fond of, so as much as you may find me intolerable..." he puffed his chest out, "I don't often find Slytherins actually minding their own business. Come in here to bully the house-elves did you?" He didn't like the way the boy had snatched a tea towel from the hands of an elf earlier, and the elves were staring at them both in trepidation.
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Post by cassian on Nov 13, 2008 2:24:12 GMT 1
Dark eyes never strayed from Hugo's face, never breaking contact to let him know just how serious he was. Cassian had been so irritated with such unprovoked actions that he'd completely forgotten to wipe the potato off of his robes. Even though he was feeling slightly confused at the the words that were slipping out of the Gryffindor's lips, he didn't let his facial expression betray him. What was he talking about? Rumors flew around the school every day, about many different people. In fact, just the other day Cassian had read an article in the paper about a Gryffindor being raped by some other Gryffindor.
"If anything, I'd say Gryffindors are the assholes... running around raping students." Cassian allowed an arrogant grin to slip across his face now. "Slytherins have way too much class to ever rape anyone." Snatching a discarded towel that was left unattended off of the nearby counter, he began to tenderly dab the potato off his clothing. He actually was bold enough to stay within such close proximity but still take his eyes off the Gryffindor. "I wasn't bullying anyone.. Just making a sandwich. Seems to me like you came in here looking for someone to bully." He lifted up the soiled rag cockily. |
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Post by hugo on Nov 13, 2008 2:52:27 GMT 1
"Me? Hugo protested, "I don't bully." He wasn't sure that was true, but it sounded moderately convincing when combined with a suitably indignant tone of voice. He was losing his nerve now, but he tried not to let it show. He'd heard all about the alleged 'rape' that had happened in his own house, but he was fairly dubious about it. The accused was a nice chap and Rose seemed to think the whole thing was a bit impossible. Mind you, Rose thought a lot of bad things were impossible.
"There you go again," Hugo said, though his voice was neither as angry nor as firm as it had been before, "Another dirty rumour with no evidence whatsoever. God, I feel sorry for Roxie, being in the same house as gits like you..." he muttered darkly, cocking an eyebrow and sticking out his chin arrogantly. "I don't know how she puts up with it."
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Post by cassian on Nov 13, 2008 3:51:53 GMT 1
Cassian was beginning to tire of this pretty quickly. As soon as he was finished wiping the potato off of his clothing, he nonchalantly tossed the rag in the Gryffindor's direction. The fact that he was insisting that he didn't bully was laughable to Cassian. In fact, he'd managed to hold it in for a few seconds before a soft chuckle escaped from the back of his throat. "Yeah, you don't bully.. yet you threw a potato at me." Twisted logic could be infuriating sometimes, and Cassian could feel that he was beginning to lose his control on his anger.
If there ever was anything that could get him truly angry (besides a gay man hitting on him), it was someone bringing up Roxanne Weasley. His eyebrows narrowed, taking a step close to this Gryffindor. Not only was this person acting as if Roxanne was an utter victim, but he was also assuming that no one in the Slytherin house could ever care for the girl's well being. It was a sore spot to touch when it came to Cassian Zabini, because he silently admired the girl and she seemed to ignore him except for sexual escapades. "Don't talk about things you don't know about. Perhaps Miss Roxie isn't as innocent as she seems." He paused for a moment, before finally adding. "And who the hell are you, anyway?" |
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Post by hugo on Nov 13, 2008 4:14:23 GMT 1
"Her bloody cousin, that's who!" Fury bubbled in Hugo's stomach. Oh no, he was not going to let some idiotic Slytherin stand there, bold as brass, right in front of him, badmouthing Roxanne. He adored his older cousin. She was sly, ambitious, crafty... everything Hugo could admire in a person. He'd seen enough noble, brave deeds to last him a lifetime. Roxanne was real, and didn't care what people thought of her. But that didn't mean Hugo couldn't explode when someone talked ill of his favourite cousin.
"And what the bloody hell would you know, anyway? Innocent or not. You've got no right, you, you..." Momentarily speechless with rage, he looked around for something blunt with which to clobber Cassian over the head. Unfortunately nothing came to hand. He briefly considered drawing his wand but decided that was dangerous territory, and the elves were frightened enough.
"You absolute twat." Hugo found his voice once again. "Please do us all a favour and stay away from me, and my family as well, because we don't need your sort and your glorified git-ishness." That was definitely not a word, but he felt it suited the situation better than any existing word in his vocabulary.
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