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[homely_illiad]

   Date/Time: 'Talking to Strangers'/ Wednesday, October 18th/ 1:52 pm
Location: DADA Classroom
Open to: Claire Frey
Currently Involving: Illiad

Nose skimmed the page, eyes fluttering this way and that over the reading, completely taken in by the subject. This was Illiad Hawkins at one of his best abilities-- in a classroom, with his nose pressed to

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[homely_illiad]

"Rather," Illiad said, looking entirely stiff about the subject. "I think I am well suited my house, no matter how much I, or any stupid Ravenclaws dislike it. But you will notice that I took offence to your wording of the subject," his eyes narrowed. "I have never been defined by my similarities to decent qualities, rather hated or ignored for my differences. My family of Gryffindors hates me for being in the house of Slytherin, while my house of Slytherins hates me for being from a family of Gryffindors."

Masochist. That was certainly one word to describe Illiad. Good thing Claire didn't spend too much time investigating the boy's hobbies.

"I best in the duels the ones who I think are worthy of my attentions. You might say that's a big arrogant, but you also might think the same if you were the one being told to duel idiots like Bridges in every class, idiots who couldn't so a Jelly-Legs Hex if You-Know-Who were coming for them," he nearly spat it. Oh no. The ones who recieved his attentions were the ones who annoyed him most of all-- the ones he hated more than the subtle annoyances of having paper balls thrown at him. Perhaps the ones who looked at his boyfriend the wrong way, or called his cousin a whore (only HE was allowed to do that, thank you very much!).

"And also for your information? I did come out on top in those duels. It was when they resorted to more primitive forms of fighting that I lost," small and boney was an ideal form for a Seeker, but for a good fist fight? Sure, he was quick, and when he had the element of surprise on his side, he could definately take down someone his size or smaller. But the majority of these students weren't exactly fitted to such a rubrik.

Not to mention the amount of times he'd gotten detention for fighting. Illiad was a model student and detention? It was his bane.

"Professor, there will always be people who hate me for what I am. My chosen method of fighting is to ignore the little ones and defend myself against the ones who could cause harm. Does that make any sense to you?"

[clairefrey]

Claire smiled at Illiad, pity hidden behind her eyes. He was set in his ways, a typical Slytherin she supposed, and it wasn't a bad thing. She hadn't the heart to tell him the little ones sometimes caused as much upset as the ones that caused harm.

She wasn't going to answer his last question, it seemed to her ripe with contempt, as if he were talking to an infant. Arrogant as well as paranoid, it was an interesting combination. Yet it only heightened her interest in the boy.

"If you're done chastising me," she said, a wry smile twitching on her lips, "you might want to explain to me why you express frustration at being picked on for your differences and let me just express that 'differences' was your word, not mine, and yet you expect me to treat you differently in class by not punishing those who disrupt me."

[homely_illiad]

Oh, Illiad knew about the little ones. The littles ones were what made the difference for him, really-- the difference between feeling down for an hour to feeling down for a week. And he hated it. They made him miserable, day in and day out, so ostracized from the majority of his classmates that he constantly felt like he was breaking in two from the pain of it all.

"You mustn't think I was chastising you!" Illiad... well, chastised her. His blood was boiling, after all and he WAS a Slytherin. The combination made it impossible to keep the smart-assery out of his tone. "Nor must you think me some sort of hypocrite for that reason. I'm not entirely sure you're understanding the situation. It's the negative attention I don't apperciate; the neutral, I can deal with."

He hoped that clarifying this to her might make her see his point, although he severely doubted it. He really did hate it when adults tried to meddle in his life.

[clairefrey]

Meddling? Who was meddling? Claire barely understood what he was on about now. She never bothered to involve herself in her students' lives anyway, as much as they think she might like to be in the know. The lives of others hadn't interested her at Illiad's age and they certainly didn't now either.

"I'm not sure you're explaining yourself clearly, Hawkins," she replied calmly, although she was beginning to get slightly aggravated. Shouldn't have opened your mouth and complimented him, said a voice inside her head. There are muggle plays that have gone for a shorter time than this lecture.

[homely_illiad]

On the contrary! Illiad thought he had explained himself very, very well! A) He didn't want her to defend him any more because he stood up well on his own and B) he stood up only when he cared about the outcome because C) the petty things those people did to annoy him weren't worth getting into a fight over.

He was beginning to get frustrated with her, but he knew that wasn't going to help.

"Look," he said, quite suddenly, hearing the bell ring. He had a free period, though, so he was okay. And apparently, she did as well because there were no students entering.

"It doesn't matter much, does it? I can take care of myself when best left to my own attentions, as far as bullying comes," bullying. He hated using that word. It always sounded so juvinile. Mummy, the boy at the park is a bully!

"I honestly don't care if you want to look after anyone else who gets bullied in your class, but you ought to know that with me, you might think you're doing a good deed by defending me, but you're really not. And while I do apperciate the fact that you're thinking of it, I don't apperciate the fact that you'd rather prefer me to get hurt far, far worse after class because of the fact that you stepped in and were valiant and everything and defended poor Illiad Hawkins."