Never Will Be Good Enough [Casey]

[kris]

Kristian had made his way to the breakfast table slowly, his mind still focused on the events of last night. The Ball had turned out to be a lot better than he had expected it to be, and it had everything to do with the boy who was his in every sense now. Louis had been an angel last night, literally and figuratively, though he had never expected the small Hufflepuff to be so confident and seductive on the dance floor. Not to mention what had happened later on in bed.

Even if Kris hadn't technically been a virgin before this, he still felt different. He had made love to his boyfriend, had managed to give Louis Weasley something that nobody else would ever take from them. It was great. And in a way, it was scary.

The Ravenclaw had always told himself that before anything like this would happen, he'd tell him about his work. That he wouldn't do something this intimate before all the cards were on the table, before his lover knew who he truly was. He had broken that vow last night and it left him with a slightly numb look in his green eyes that weren't focused on his breakfast. He was playing with it more than he was actually eating, though most people were still in a post-ball haze and didn't notice.

[caseymurphett]

Casey was trying to distract himself. He really didn’t feel able to face up to what had happened at the ball - and he couldn’t even admit that to himself, he was so busy blocking it out. He wasn’t used to having painful memories, things that hadn’t ended the way he wanted them to, so his immediate reaction was to pretend that those things had never happened.

Whish was probably why, when he went into the great hall for breakfast the day after the ball, he didn’t go and sit next to Kai, like he’d gotten into the habit of doing. Instead, his eyes scanned the hall absently, looking for something to save him. Jemma was in bed nursing a hang over - Mark was no where to be seen, thank god, although that was a small mercy.

It was then that his eyes lit on Kristian Lytton. Casey and Jemma had long had theories about that boy - he kept disappearing out of school; sneaking out, they presumed, but they weren’t sure why. Of course, that was the fun bit, thinking up all the possibilities, each one less probably than the last: he was going to meet his secret lover [although Louis Weaseley had killed that one], he was an international jewel thief operating out of Hogwarts, he was a secret death eater trying to rekindle the great war! Of course, they’d never had anything to confirm or deny their wild theories, but Casey decided it was about time to change that.

Skipping quickly over to the Ravenclaw table, he promptly sat himself down next to the older boy without even a second thought “Hi Kris!” He said cheerfully, ignoring the fact the two of them had hardly ever spoken and acting like they were the best of friends. He got a few odd looks from the surrounding Ravenclaws, but they soon settled back down to their meals. It was time to do some serious detective work.

[kris]

Kristian was shaken from his thoughts when none other than Casey Murphett jumped up next to him, nestling himself on a free spot like he had done this every day for the last couple of years. He blinked, pushing a little sausage over his plate absently as he glanced at the Gryffindor boy. He had never even talked to him, not that he remembered anyway, and the fact that the boy was suddenly sitting next to him, beaming at him, confused him.

Tilting his head, he gave him a somewhat confused look, green eyes spitting out questions that he didn’t bother to put into words. ”Ehm, hi?” He stabbed at a piece of bacon on his plate, sighing as he silently willed himself to pick it up and eat it. Now that Casey had bounced over to him, people were staring and he wouldn’t get away with just playing with his food anymore. Still, he couldn’t actually force himself to put the piece in his mouth and just put his fork down again, sighing a little.

He had never figured Casey for the observant type, so he wasn’t expecting him to know anything. If his own classmates, the Ravenclaws he shared a dorm with, or his close friends didn’t even know that he was sneaking out so much...then why would he be worried? Nobody had ever known, or bothered to ask, and somehow he had even managed to stay out of that horrid newspaper that seemed so intent on ruining everybody’s life.