SAT, Oct 11, Breakfast, GreatHall
What starts out as a friendly chat at Slytherin turns into something more...
*William*
He grumbled as he finished eating his breakfast. He hated eating in the great hall, but Pomfrey had kicked him out this morning. Said he needed to get out more. Spotting Draco, he went over to the Slytherin table after he'd finished eating and took a seat.
"Hey Draco," he said witha half-hearted smile. "How are things?"
*Draco*
Draco looked up from the oatmeal he was podding with a spoon and fixed Will with a stare. What could his "cousin" possibly want with him?
"Eh." He shrugged. "Things are quiet in Slytherin these days." Well, if you ignored Laurel and David putting on a big show at the other end of the table that is. Regaling the younger kids with tales of Durmstrang. Made him want to vomit.
*William*
He looked quizzically at Draco. he hated feeling like a fucking outsider. Especially when his damned Slytherin loyalty had nearly cost him Sven numerous times.
"Yeah, real quiet, I can tell," he snarked, glaring at Laurel and David. "Do those two ever shut up?"
*Draco*
"No. Why should they? They're Slytherins' pride and joy now. There's no one else left."
He looked down at his oatmeal and prodded it some more. He should probably eat. He should probably do a lot of things.
*William*
He rolled his eyes.
"And because Addy and Tessa are gone you're just going to let them do that? They're new here, they should be groveling to you, Draco. You and Addy ran this house since first year," he hissed quietly. "Stand up for yourself and show some balls. Unless Ginny has yours.."
*Draco*
He jammed his spoon down into the oatmeal.
"Addy is gone, Tessa is gone, Goyle is gone, Blaise is gone, and so is Crabbe. And so are you. Go play Snape Jr. somewhere else... You're fucking faculty why are you slumming with us, Mr. Big Shot."
He snorted.
"You're one to talk about balls. Does Sven have a pretty case to keep yours in?"
*William*
"Just because your fucking high court is gown doesn't mean you can just throw it all away. There's still Pansy.. and milly... not to mention the sixth years. Draco, they worshipped you. You're the bloody crown prince of Slytherin. Don't let those fucking transfers walk all over you," he said, conveniently ignoring Draco's comment. "I'm not real faculty, Draco. It was just Snape's way of letting me stay here after expelling me. I still have my loyalties to Slytherin, Draco, and if you're not going to do anything about those to, then I'll find a way."
*Draco*
He snarled.
"In case you missed it, let's recap. I am dating a most loathed Gryffindor, I have no friends and no family to speak of. If you missed it, and you might have been too absorbed with Sven to follow along, I was possessed by fucking You-Know-Who and then turned against him thanks to some chicaneru of Forbes's. No one trusts me, Will. No one Worships me now. And they never did. They were just ass kissers. Now, they have new asses to kiss. Prince and Anders and that disgusting midget who follows them around."
*William*
"And what? You want me to feel sorry for you? Too fucking feel sorry for you? Sorry, I wasted all that on myself," he snapped. "And what about Slytherin? You're the fucking quidditch captain and we don't even have a team. Should we just make Prince captain instead? You want to give it all up? Fine! Then why don't you just go drown yourself in the lake? It doesn't befit a Malfoy to whine."
*Draco*
He snorted.
"What the fuck do you know? Why don't you stop weeping over you poor lost love and come down out of the infirmary every once in a while? You're so tough, you go kick his ass? Oh wait, that's right. You're so tough that even a glass of alcohol will kick your ass. Why don't you go drown yourself in the lake. Spare us all your pretentiousness. Figure out how to run your own life before you start on us. I don't need your bullshit today, Will."
He sighed, trying to regain his temper. Even though it felt good to let his frustration out.
"We can have tryouts tomorrow, I suppose. I'm not impressed with the potential. We're just going to embarass ourselves... But I suppose we should at least try."
*William*
"My bullshit?" he sneered. "Forgive me if I just spent the past week in St. Mungo's with healers prodding me trying to figure out what's wrong with my head so I don't have it all figured out right now. And a glass or two won't kick my ass. Do I need to prove that to you?"
He stood up and huffed out a breath.
"I don't need to fucking prove anything to you, Draco. Not the way you are now. Start acting like a Malfoy instead of a pussywhipped lapdog," he snapped as he took Draco's bowl of oatmeal and flung it towards the Gryffindor table, not paying attention to whoever it landed on.
[tag: ANYONE in the great hall]
*William*
He grumbled as he finished eating his breakfast. He hated eating in the great hall, but Pomfrey had kicked him out this morning. Said he needed to get out more. Spotting Draco, he went over to the Slytherin table after he'd finished eating and took a seat.
"Hey Draco," he said witha half-hearted smile. "How are things?"
*Draco*
Draco looked up from the oatmeal he was podding with a spoon and fixed Will with a stare. What could his "cousin" possibly want with him?
"Eh." He shrugged. "Things are quiet in Slytherin these days." Well, if you ignored Laurel and David putting on a big show at the other end of the table that is. Regaling the younger kids with tales of Durmstrang. Made him want to vomit.
*William*
He looked quizzically at Draco. he hated feeling like a fucking outsider. Especially when his damned Slytherin loyalty had nearly cost him Sven numerous times.
"Yeah, real quiet, I can tell," he snarked, glaring at Laurel and David. "Do those two ever shut up?"
*Draco*
"No. Why should they? They're Slytherins' pride and joy now. There's no one else left."
He looked down at his oatmeal and prodded it some more. He should probably eat. He should probably do a lot of things.
*William*
He rolled his eyes.
"And because Addy and Tessa are gone you're just going to let them do that? They're new here, they should be groveling to you, Draco. You and Addy ran this house since first year," he hissed quietly. "Stand up for yourself and show some balls. Unless Ginny has yours.."
*Draco*
He jammed his spoon down into the oatmeal.
"Addy is gone, Tessa is gone, Goyle is gone, Blaise is gone, and so is Crabbe. And so are you. Go play Snape Jr. somewhere else... You're fucking faculty why are you slumming with us, Mr. Big Shot."
He snorted.
"You're one to talk about balls. Does Sven have a pretty case to keep yours in?"
*William*
"Just because your fucking high court is gown doesn't mean you can just throw it all away. There's still Pansy.. and milly... not to mention the sixth years. Draco, they worshipped you. You're the bloody crown prince of Slytherin. Don't let those fucking transfers walk all over you," he said, conveniently ignoring Draco's comment. "I'm not real faculty, Draco. It was just Snape's way of letting me stay here after expelling me. I still have my loyalties to Slytherin, Draco, and if you're not going to do anything about those to, then I'll find a way."
*Draco*
He snarled.
"In case you missed it, let's recap. I am dating a most loathed Gryffindor, I have no friends and no family to speak of. If you missed it, and you might have been too absorbed with Sven to follow along, I was possessed by fucking You-Know-Who and then turned against him thanks to some chicaneru of Forbes's. No one trusts me, Will. No one Worships me now. And they never did. They were just ass kissers. Now, they have new asses to kiss. Prince and Anders and that disgusting midget who follows them around."
*William*
"And what? You want me to feel sorry for you? Too fucking feel sorry for you? Sorry, I wasted all that on myself," he snapped. "And what about Slytherin? You're the fucking quidditch captain and we don't even have a team. Should we just make Prince captain instead? You want to give it all up? Fine! Then why don't you just go drown yourself in the lake? It doesn't befit a Malfoy to whine."
*Draco*
He snorted.
"What the fuck do you know? Why don't you stop weeping over you poor lost love and come down out of the infirmary every once in a while? You're so tough, you go kick his ass? Oh wait, that's right. You're so tough that even a glass of alcohol will kick your ass. Why don't you go drown yourself in the lake. Spare us all your pretentiousness. Figure out how to run your own life before you start on us. I don't need your bullshit today, Will."
He sighed, trying to regain his temper. Even though it felt good to let his frustration out.
"We can have tryouts tomorrow, I suppose. I'm not impressed with the potential. We're just going to embarass ourselves... But I suppose we should at least try."
*William*
"My bullshit?" he sneered. "Forgive me if I just spent the past week in St. Mungo's with healers prodding me trying to figure out what's wrong with my head so I don't have it all figured out right now. And a glass or two won't kick my ass. Do I need to prove that to you?"
He stood up and huffed out a breath.
"I don't need to fucking prove anything to you, Draco. Not the way you are now. Start acting like a Malfoy instead of a pussywhipped lapdog," he snapped as he took Draco's bowl of oatmeal and flung it towards the Gryffindor table, not paying attention to whoever it landed on.
[tag: ANYONE in the great hall]