cosmoaurorasinistra:

Aurora had reached her hand out without a second thought; not really bothering to think about what his reaction would be. She’d always been taught to shake the hand of a new person, and smile at them warmly.

What she had not expected was for him to grasp her hand in his, surprisingly smooth, hand. Only to bring it up to his slightly bowed head and place a kiss upon it. It had not lasted long, and he had dropped it very quickly before turning back to the grounds and surveying the surroundings. 

You too.

Aurora could not help but notice how even the smallest of smiles seemed to light up his face. Though he held himself in a way that could only scream Slytherin at her, there was something else in his eyes. Hidden behind his blonde locks, Aurora knew that he had something she just needed to know.

Who are you?

His question took her by surprise, but she guessed she should have expected it. A Slytherin could not be caught talking to someone who was not the right person. And Tobias was no exception to this rule.

She smiled sweetly at him anyways, “Fourth year Ravenclaw.” She knew that was not what he was looking for. “Half-blood.”

She lent against the railing her neck craned and her head cast upwards as she took in the beautiful night once more.

“And what about you?” She asked a bit later, glancing gently over to him, “Who are you?”

Tobias was lost in his thoughts for a moment as his eyes were still locked onto the lake. He wasn’t sure why the picturesque scene distracted him so much from the general chit chat he was having with the relatively pleasant girl next to him, but he felt a certain envy to it. The night was always so calm, except the howl every now and again from the Forbidden Forest. He sensed there was a Werewolf at the school, but it wasn’t his business so he never thought to investigate. Either way, coming up to the Astronomy Tower made him happy, yet miserable at the same time. Could his life not always be this content? He frowned to himself, before he heard Aurora speak again.

Fourth year Ravenclaw.

He expected that.

Half-Blood.

Tobias let out a small smile. He was slightly prejudice towards Mudbloods, yes, but to Half-Bloods he couldn’t be. He was one, although no one really knew. He hadn’t exactly lied about it, no one had actually asked. His Grandfather on his mothers side was a Muggle, and had ran out on his Grandmother shortly after his mothers birth. This is where Tobias’ hatred for muggles all began. His mother married a man who despised them - and she would always feel a certain hurt about them. Tobias decided not to dwell on it. But he was relieved that she was at least a Half-Blood. He wouldn’t have to feel disgusted or guilty about her company. He truthfully was content.

“Sixth year Slytherin.” He’d already sensed that she knew perfectly well what house he belonged too, he must have had a certain presence about him that the majority of Slytherins possessed. He hoped he didn’t come off as obnoxious like the rest of them though. “Half-Blood.” He continued, although his voice lowered to a mutter and he looked over his shoulder. He wasn’t going to lie to his housemates, but he sure as hell still didn’t want them to find out. 

“You shouldn’t be out so late,” He told her, sending her a small smirk. “How do you know that I’m not dangerous, huh?” He questioned, turning his body to face her once more, leaning one of his arms on the railings.

severus-halfblood-snape:

The wand in his hand begged to be used just a bit more, as Avery made his way to a desk and pulled out one of his textbooks. “Surely my-” He glanced at the wall, “-inner self will distract your solitude, Avery. But. If you insist.” He aimed his wand at a chair which had been resting near Avery and suddenly the object levitated up into the air and smashed into a wall. “Hm.” Severus sucked on his front teeth for a moment. “Not bad.” He flexed the grip on his wand, before making his way towards the table in which the older Slytherin sat it. Normally, at this point Severus would turn and leave, allowing the boy the solitude he so desired. However, Avery had closed the door behind him, which meant he did not mind Severus’ company. So be it. Once again, he blew fire into the wall. Incendio was one of his favorite curses, he had no idea why. Fire was beautiful to him. The uncontrolled flames which danced wildly, the dangerous heat fatal any human touch, the beautiful red hot warmth. Not to mention, so very pleasing to the eyes. 

So they both came to this room when they needed to be alone. It was a wonderful choice for isolation, the heavy wooden door and impossibly thick stone walls would block out any kind of sound. Surely, Avery did not want Severus to release all of his anger while he tried to study, it was a silly though. Regardless, Severus would feel too exposed in doing so. He was not exactly comfortable showing his emotions, especially his anger. When it came out then it came out, fine. That was one thing. But if he could help matters, he preferred to remain collected in the presence of others. 

It was a bloody shame that the boy had been cursed with such a hideous first name, he was a rather brilliant student. Mildly inspiring really, in his non conforming ways, though Severus would never admit it. He placed his hands on the edge of the table and leaned into it slightly before using his wand to nonverbally drag over another chair and take a seat, sighing as he relaxed into it. It was only a bit of small talk, Severus was not in the mood for a serious conversation. He played with and studied the wand in his hands- long and dark, barely noticeable swirls graced around the sides. 

“At times, I get sick of this bloody school.” Severus admitted out loud, partially to himself, partially because he wondered if Avery felt the same. He often thought maybe he would. Avery hardly ever seemed to bask in the glory of being a Slytherin, at least in the brotherhood respect of it. If you were a Slytherin and you didn’t fit in with the Slytherins, well, then you would have trouble fitting in with anyone at all. Nobody from any of the other houses would be all that eager to take a snake in- Severus had experience that first hand. But  even he was an outcast of society. Still, the serpents supported him for some odd reason. One you donned the silver and green tie, you were automatically… simply… one of the elite.

“Aside from our house, that is.” He added in for good measure. He felt it unnecessary to mention Lily, as that was a strictly personal part of his life. Though, he was sure Avery had heard a rumor or two. The Slytherin house was one of the more exclusive ones, if not, the most exclusive one. Everyone on the inside accepted each other, and only each other in most cases. Of course there were exceptions- there always were exceptions. Lily, quite obviously being one of them. But for the most part, even Severus would find himself keeping with his housemates if he could help it. It was an unspoken rule for Slytherins. Pride in protective, loyal friendships. The unspoken word of dedication to one another, to help each other no matter the consequence. They were an edgy crowd, often feared and misunderstood by the other houses, very similar to snakes in society. The father of magic himself, Merlin, himself had been a Slytherin. It was impossible to not respect the house of Salazar Slytherin, with the exception of Riddle. But, Dark wizards came from all houses- Slytherins were just not confident enough to own up to the wrongdoings of their history. 

Severus was a very proud Slytherin, and couldn’t help but enjoy the company of almost all of his housemates. There was just an unspoken word of respect and acceptance. He held his wand up to an older box which had been resting in the corner and began idly transfigure it into various different objects. A cauldren. A quill. A flask. He needed this. A bit of relaxation. No thinking, not too much at least.

“What’s that your studying, Avery.” He demanded softly, his voice weak and at ease.

He shrugged his shoulders, his eyes not moving from the book as Severus spoke again. Instead, he allowed his finger to trace over the words he was reading, a glisten of passion shining in his eyes. Even Severus spell couldn’t distract him from the contents of the book. For most Slytherins, they had curses and the Dark Arts. Tobias had Astronomy, the stars - different worlds, different situations. The subject was very Ravenclaw, but he enjoyed it far too much to give it up just because of stereotypes.

Tobias smiled to himself before he noticed his personal space had been invaded. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, calming himself down, before looking up at Severus. He wasn’t used to being close to people. His father, mother, they weren’t exactly hug people. They weren’t the type of parents to tuck him in to sleep at night, give him a kiss on the forehead and wish him pleasant dreams. No, the whole family was… almost placed. His mother would look after him and his little sister, Cassiopeia, by cooking for them and dressing them in the morning, but never would they hug. His father would go to work, earn the money to keep the family stable - but no one expected him to embrace his family once he returned. 

Tobias had a feeling a lot of Slytherins came from a similar sort of background, but clearly, it didn’t bother them as much as it bothered Tobias. His father would no longer respond to his letters, his mother wouldn’t send him things from home and hope he was well. He envied students who got chocolate from their families every other day. He daren’t share his distress with anyone else, but people must have known it was not in his nature to being physically close to someone by the way he flinched when someone was near.

At times, I get sick of this bloody school.

Tobias snorted, watching as the other boy leant over the table with a strange sense of annoyance hidden behind his emotionless expression. Closing the book, Tobias leant back to examine him. He often thought that Severus wasn’t one to enjoy Hogwarts. He never really fitted in anywhere, and it hadn’t gone un-noticed that he was the constant bullying target for the infamous Marauders. Tobias, personally, didn’t see the big deal about them. He’d never had the misfortune to encounter them, and they seemed never to bother him, but he’d heard stories. Although the Slytherins stated their hatred, there was always a sense of envy in their tone. To Tobias, they just seemed like immature little boys, who weren’t even worth his thoughts.

Aside from our house, that is.

Tobias cocked an eyebrow, his lips twitching upwards into a smirk. The quick correction made it clear to Tobias that Severus wasn’t sure he could express his true feelings. Any other Slytherin wouldn’t have mentioned this, thinking that it would already be obvious. Severus felt the need to defend himself, unsure on how Tobias felt about the situation. Tobias was more than sure Severus had a problem with Slytherins, he was after all, dating Lily.

“Lies,” He responded wickedly, “You despise our house just as much as you despise certain Gryffindors.” He stated, his eyes narrowing somewhat, although his lips were till turned upwards in amusement. “Your blank canvas of a face can still express so many feelings, Severus. You hate them just as much as I.” Tobias had no trouble admitting he felt a strong resentment for the other Slytherins - he would more than likely tell them himself. Not that any of them would care. There weren’t many Slytherins that liked each other anyway.

Tobias suddenly felt a strong draw to Severus as a Slytherin whose company he could genuinely stand and his face softened. “Don’t worry.” He said, leaning forward again to re-open his book, “I won’t tell.” He reassured him, giving a small yet sincere smile before looking back down to his book and chuckling at Severus question.

“Are you really interested in what I’m studying, or is this a desperate attempt to make small talk?” He questioned.

cosmoaurorasinistra:

Aurora had forgotten for a moment that she’d had company. Just enjoying the soft breeze and the light Of the stars beating down upon her face. There was something about the mystery of what lay beyond this planet could capture her attention for hours on end. An escape that she couldn’t re create any other way.

She vaguely wondered why this boy was up here. Did astronomy lay the same interests for him as it did her. She wrung her hands together, cracking each knuckle gently; a tick she had developed at a young age when she was thinking, His voice was hazy next to her and she knew he must be speaking; but she could not quite make out what it was he was saying. Her attention was taken away from the stars for a moment, so she could attempt to pay attention to what he was saying. Tobias. And you are?“Hmm?” The question took a second to register in her head. “Oh, I’m Aurora.” His eyes were still locked on the stars, while hers studied the shapes of his prominent, and granted, attractive face. She reached her hand out to shake his, “Nice to meet you.”

Her eyes were glazed over as she was staring upwards at the sky. Her enthusiasm may have possibly overtaken Tobias’ and it was a refreshing thought to know he wasn’t the only one who was obsessed with the stars and he allowed his own eyes to wander. Instead of the sky, he looked downwards at the grounds, his eyes immediately falling on the lake which was illuminated by the moonlight.

And then her hand was stretched out and his gaze shifted once more to her tanned skin. He examined it, his face showing little to no emotion. What had his mother always taught him to do when a female presented his hand? Would it be completely appropriate to do it to a stranger, perhaps a Mudblood? He would have to scrub for days if he touched one. He would have to clear his mind in order not to show a guilty place. He hoped to Merlin she was at least a Half-Blood.

Slowly, he took her hand and brought it to his lips, bowing his head slightly. A traditional greeting his was raised with. It only lasted a brief second before he let her hand fall again and turned back to face the grounds once more. “You too.” He said with a nod, giving a small smile. He couldn’t stand not knowing what she was, but it was too early in conversation to bring it up, so he turned his head to the side to examine her again. Chocolate locks, olive skin tone - she was a traditional type of attractive. Her looks, although pretty, weren’t the thing that intrigued her. It was her enthusiastic personality.

“So..” Tobias murmured, pursing his lips, and furrowing his eyebrows. What was he meant to say. “Who are you?” He asked. He wasn’t referring to her name anymore - more to her… life. Her house, her blood.

Hogwarts hadn’t been good to Tobias.

He furrowed his eyebrows, the sounds of laughter ringing in his ear and he slapped his glass heavily down on the table, allowing the Firewhiskey to tip over the edge and onto his hands. Apparently, he’d been wrong to assume that coming to the Hogs Head would take his mind off the students at his school. But the school was still close for Tobias’ liking, and with a defeated sigh, the glass found his lips once more.

More than anything, Tobias was tired. His attempt to figure out his loyalties - by watching conflicting sides verbally argue - was abandoned. He was feeling as lost as he usually did. He wouldn’t usually drink unless he was concerned, angered, confused. He was all three, and the burning Firewhiskey didn’t help clear his mind. It wasn’t meant too. He wanted to forget. 

After his glass was finished, he demanded another, although he knew that this one, he would more than likely leave. It was growing late, and the pub was slowly becoming more and more dispersed. And yet, Tobias had absolutely no intention on leaving. He knew Abaforth would get irritated by his presence, but he didn’t let it cross his mind. He didn’t even let it phase him when it grew dark outside. For Tobias was too deep in his thoughts to care about the outside world.

After a while, he let go of his full glass of Firewhiskey to brush his hands over his face, resting his elbows on the bar and burying his face in his palms. He knew he’d have to go to back to the Common Room eventually, but he didn’t want to go back. Very few Slytherin’s were worth his time, all fitting the same stereotype. Loud, obnoxious, cruel to the bone. There was nothing intriguing about them, no deeper meaning. 

Letting out a scoff of irritation, Tobias downed the remainder of his glass before resting his head on the table. Oh may his intoxication remove his thoughts.  

mr-amycus-carrow:

It had been a particularly long, vexing day and Amycus could easily feel the effects of it when he finally shuffled into the Slytherin Common Room early in the evening. His classes had gone beyond dull and into a whole new world of mundane. Did he understand the proper use of wolfsbane? Yes. Was a History of Magic really going to help him out there in the ‘real world’? No. How many ways would his tea leaves tell him that he was going to end up miserable? Too many to count. It wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t still have to attend Astronomy at midnight. Out of all the courses he was forced to take, that had to be the worst.

Well, maybe not the absolute worst. It gave him permission to be out of the common rooms late at night, after all, so any prefect who attempted to tell him off got that smug look wiped off their face when they realized how wrong they were. Most of the times they just stared into their telescopes into the starry night sky anyways, easy enough for a class. But that wasn’t going to happen tonight. There was a test, an exam, and he’d be damned if he knew a single one of the answers. Even more so if he cared to know them.

Flopping his body down onto the large sofa near the fireplace, he expelled a heavy sigh, rubbing his temples without even realizing or caring that he may be disturbing someone else in the room. Opening his eyes, however, he saw the familiar tow-headed bloke studying a book on, of fucking course, Astronomy. The mere thought of that class nearly had him gritting his teeth, setting him back on edge. “Allo Tobias.” The mumbled greeting came out of his mouth as he dropped his arm dramatically to hang by his side. “I trust you’ve been well?” Being polite was practically bred into him, a sometimes annoying habit when one knew it wasn’t necessary.

Tobias’ traced the stars constellations with his finger, the corner of his lips absent-mindedly turning upwards. Books. Fascinating, how when you concentrated on them enough, they’d take you to a different place. Away from your current life and into a new one. Whether it was non-fiction, or a foolish thriller, you could always get lost in them. If your imagination was strong enough, you could make it anything. That was why Tobias loved Astronomy so much - the thought of getting lost in the stars was a lot more appealing than the life he lived in now.

He gave a noticeable jump as someone sat down beside him and he shut his book abruptly, looking up at Amycus in distaste. He took in his expression and sensed that something had been bothering Amycus. He didn’t pry though. He didn’t want too. Amycus was relatively pleasant company, gentlemanly, like himself. And yet, Tobias sensed that his humour was like Travis’. Dark. Darker than Tobias liked, but would never care to admit. He had to seem remotely dedicated to the Death Eaters. They intrigued him, almost inspired him. But that was really all they did.

“Amycus.” Tobias acknowledging, watching as the boy draped his arm over the side of the couch. Looked like he wasn’t leaving anytime soon and Tobias gave a small sigh. He wanted to read again, but would consider it rude to read when Amycus had come over to start a conversation. It would have been perfectly easy for Amycus to just walk past and not even register Tobias’ existence. But he had joined him on the couch, so Tobias felt that he should meet his efforts half-way.

“Of course, I’m always well.” Tobias remarked, a small disinterest in his voice. Why had Amycus approached him to make general chit chat? And why on earth did he look so aggravated? When Tobias was frustrated, he would go to his room and read, not talk to a fellow House Mate. “Are you well?” He asked, his voice lacking concern and he looked back down at the closed book on his lap, anxious to read it again.

cosmoaurorasinistra:

Aurora did not know this Boy, but his face was familiar to her; she could have sworn she’d seen him sitting at the Slytherin table every morning - sipping his coffee and reading the daily prophet. By the way he held himself, and the sly look on his face, told her without a doubt that he was indeed a Slytherin. It wasn’t until he leant back against the railing, arms folded across his chest that she had a doubt; he was to calm around someone he knew not to be a Slytherin.

Are you going to just stand there? I don’t bite.

His voice startled her, but she was more startled by the fact that he’d most definitely noticed that she’d been staring at him far more than she should have been. She cleared her throat quietly to herself. Debating slightly whether she should just dismiss herself. When he spoke, she knew she would remain.

You can see many constellations tonight.

Aurora could feel her lips grow into a smile as she stepped to stand next to him; looking up to the sky. He was correct, the sky was clear and the moon dim. “More than I could hope for,” she responded, a hint of glee in her voice.

The stars were much brighter than she had seen them in many months, and she was glad she had decided to sneak a quick visit tonight. Though she always loved it up her, the extra visibility was a extra bonus.

She spotted her favorite easily, “Ah, there is Draco the dragon.” she traced the pattern with her eyes and smiled even brightly as she imagined it’s eye twinkling.

“It truly is a beautiful night.”

He watched her in fascination as she stood there for a moment, silent. Her face seemed to hold surprise and Tobias wondered what he was doing to make her stare like that. He knew he held good looks, of course, he’d been complimented on it before, but people usually knew not to stare. Most Slytherins would make remarks if they caught someone looking their way, yet Tobias would stay silent. Depending on the person, he would either send a smile or a scowl. With this girl, he did neither, just watched her, trying to make out her personality through her eyes. It was impossible. How other people judged other students by their appearances he would never know.

As she walked to his side to look at the sky, he shuffled uncomfortably at the closeness between their shoulders. He wasn’t ever held as a child, but he could probably say the same for most Slytherins. It was very rare you found a Slytherin that had comforting, reassuring parents. No - Tobias, like a majority of people in his house, came from a family who simply raised their child with what they believed to be the best intentions. Tobias couldn’t remember if his father actually ever held him or praised him with a pat on the shoulder. Hogwarts was a remote escape.

After he’d made a little more distance between them, he glanced at her once more, noticing the smile crossing her face. It was contagious and he caught himself giving a small smirk, and a breathe of a laugh as he noticed the excitement in her voice. He turned himself around again, and leant on the railing once ore. He followed her gaze up to the sky and nodded as he acknowledged the particular constellation she was pointing out. 

“Mmm.” He agreed. He could sense the enthusiasm in her voice and wasn’t sure whether to feel comforted or awkward by her sudden company. He didn’t know the girls name. He should know the girls name. Merlin Forbid he was hanging around with a Mudblood Hufflepuff. That would do no favours to his Slytherin reputation. Not that he particularly had one. He was mutual, but he’d rather not be the victim of taunts. “Beautiful,” He repeated the word with interest. Maybe it was.

“Tobias.” He introduced himself, his eyes still locked on the shapes in the sky. “And you are?”

cosmoaurorasinistra:

Aurora was first and foremost a Ravecnclaw; always studying, always working. But even a Ravenclaw like Aurora needed a break on occasion, even if it was sticking her head out the window and taking in as much fresh air as she could in a short amount of time. It was moments like those that still kept her sane, among the living.

The halls were very nearly deserted when she had quietly snuck from the common room into the darkness. She hadn’t even seen a professor lurking in dark corners waiting to spring upon some unexpected student - putting them in detention for at least the rest of the month.

There was one spot in the school that Aurora knew no one would find her; unless of course they had come specifically looking for her. It was to late for that, and her roommates would only notice her absence if she was not back by the morning. She was sure she would be, she would be back after the stars had disappeared from the night sky.

Many students thoughts would not first go to the astronomy tower when they went somewhere for a quiet moment. In her opinion, Hogwarts best kept secret was the astronomy tower. Being that high above the school gave it a calm and serene atmosphere. The wind was still, the sky calm, as it was many times above the clouds.

Aurora had not expected anyone to be up there, especially at this time of night. But after she had bound up the stairs, she caught sight of a male figure leaning against the railing; his eyes cast to the sky, his body still. She was startled to a stop as she stared at the back of dark jacket.

“Oh,” she exclaimed before she could stop herself. “I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

He had heard bounding up the stairs, making their way towards where he was standing. He was surprised someone else was awake. He was half expecting it to be a Professor or a Prefect, but neither would bother him. His eyes kept to the sky, and he wasn’t at all fussed when the person who was approaching came to a halt. He had no interest in turning around to see who had joined him, until he heard a timid voice.

Oh.

He lowered head and looked over his shoulder, taking in his new companion. He didn’t recognise her, so she quite obviously wasn’t in Slytherin - actually, judging by her presence here, he presumed he must have been a Ravenclaw. Ravenclaw seemed to have an unusual passion for Astronomy. Tobias often questioned why he wasn’t placed in that house. He had high intellect, was perfectly well-mannered and had an unusual thirst for knowledge - whether it was about people, lessons or beliefs.

“Hardly disturbing.” Tobias said as a cold breeze brushed past him and moved his hair in an awkward direction. Tobias let out a grumble of annoyance, brushing his hair the right way again and turning himself round so he was facing the new arrival completely. He took in her appearance, his brown orbs observing her presence as if she was another star to figure out. After a moment, he leant back against the railing and crossed his arms over his chest,

“Are you going to just stand there? I don’t bite.” He told her, the corners of his lips twitching upwards slightly in the smallest of smiles. He wasn’t one to be rude to people he didn’t know. In fact, he’d been raised in a elegant household and his mother had brought him up to have the best of manners. Getting sorted into Slytherin didn’t change that, and even with Mudbloods he held a polite manner. He’d taunt them, but his tone and attitude always resembled that of a gentleman.

“You can see many constellations tonight.” He informed her briefly.

Astronomy. Tobias’ favourite subject.

He wasn’t sure why. Most Slytherins thoroughly enjoyed Potions, or going to Defence Against The Dark Arts to mock the teaching and discuss all the ways the techniques would fail. Tobias was probably the only exception in the Slytherins. He found the aroma of certain potions too strong to handle, and he found Defence Against The Dark Arts threatening more than anything. As the days progressed, Tobias was beginning to see more and more reasons why the Death Eaters looked less intriguing. More for his own selfish and cowardly reasons. He didn’t have a loyalty to anyone - yet.

So here Tobias was - standing in the Astronomy tower. His arms were resting on one of the railings which separated the tower from the large drop down below. He’d often wondered if there was a charm to stop someone from jumping off it anyway - what with all the murderous Slytherins running around that could happily make the fall look like an accident. Tobias didn’t dwell on it too much. Instead, he turned his attention towards the sky and smiled as he made out the shapes of the stars in the night sky.

Not many Slytherins, or students for that matter, took the time out of their life to glance towards the beautiful blanket that covered them every night. Not many students found the sight off the Astronomy tower picturesque. Tobias, however, took time to notice the little things. Probably because he wasn’t off all the time showing off how much he hated Mudbloods. Tobias himself was a Half-Blood but no one knew that. He wouldn’t tell people that. They’d immediately act differently towards him, and Tobias couldn’t stand the thought of constant torment from his House mates. They annoyed him enough as it was.

Tobias continued to stare at the sky, giving a lofty sigh and a small smile appeared across his face.

travis-travers:

Travis was minding his own business, sitting in the Great Hall and pondering over a few ideas he had to catch a few choice students on their own when a note dropped in front of him. He picked it up and read it over with disinterest. Fucking Tobias. He was a Slytherin and had the right idea, but he was far too soft for Travis’ taste. He wanted to help him flourish and grow into the pure-blood idealist that he ought to be. Fucking mudbloods. Who was anyone to treat them as equals when all they should be was practice. Killing practice.

Why the hell Tobias gave a shit about Professor Beery’s assignment was beyond him. Sure the bloke held an air of creepiness, but it was nothing he couldn’t deal with. Though, the way Travis would likely deal with it was with a few choice curses that would earn him a one way ticket to Azkaban. What Beery was doing teaching Herbology was beyond him. He was an ex-Slytherin and as far as Travis could tell, he was on the right side.

The Slytherin pushed himself up and made his way down to the damn Greenhouses. Tobias had one thing right, they wouldn’t likely be overheard unless Beery had set up some traps or some shit.

Once he arrived, he saw his fellow classmate tending to some plants and he couldn’t help but snigger as he pushed the glass door open and entered with a smug grin on his face.

“What the hell are you doing Herbology for, ya fucking waste of space,” he spoke so Tobias wouldn’t be sure if he was joking or not. Travis stepped in and casually knocked a plant over, sending it crashing to the ground. He watched as the leaves grew before his eyes with disinterest before turning to face Tobias again.

“You need something?” Travis asked as he approached, leaning against the bench and crossing his arms as he stared at the man with a smug look plastered across his face. It seemed people were coming to him lately when in need and that was just fine for him. It meant that Travis was becoming more known for his ideals and desires for the wizarding world. Perhaps that would grab His attention and put him on his way to becoming a leading man in the impending war. He would get to murder loads of mudbloods and blood traitors.

Nothing sounded more fun.

He straight away recognised the voice behind him and gave a roll of his eye. Travis was never one to be polite, even to those of his housemates. It irritated Tobias, who prided himself in his manners. Even when he spoke to Mudbloods and Blood Traitors, he’d always phrase his words politely, even if they had a dark meaning. It always seemed rather eerie when someone could keep a constant calm, even when speaking the cruellest of words. Tobias prided himself on such a talent.

Travis did no such thing. He would speak his mind with crude words that Tobias didn’t particularly like. Swearing was not something he was brought up with, and he would only use curse words when something had truly angered him. Again, he always liked to keep himself composed, almost mysterious, to those who looked upon him. Not much was known about him, for he rarely spoke his opinion. No one knew whether he was trustworthy, or what went through his head. No one knew of his past, his preferences, his beliefs. And that was the way he would stay.

“Pleasure as always, Travis.” Tobias remarked, his tone holding the slightest bit of sarcasm. He was already regretting asking for the boys company. He wanted some persuasion as to why the Dark Side was better and for an unknown reason, Tobias found himself going to Travis Travers first. Perhaps it was because of his loud-mouth and uncouth manner, and Tobias found himself somewhat drawn in. He wasn’t particularly sure. 

Tobias’ glance only shifted for a second as he heard the plant pot crash on the ground. And then his gaze lifted to the bored face of his companion, and finally, back to his own plant. Not a single ounce of emotion was shown on Tobias’ face, nor did he intend to change that. Merlin forbid someone figure out what he was thinking. “I’m doing Herbology because if I don’t keep myself occupied in this filth ridden school, I will go crazy.” He paused, “Some of the plants are better company.” He added with a small tone of amusement before he abandoned his studies and turned his body to Travis.

“I thought I made myself perfectly clear in my letter. Or can’t you read?” He asked, cocking up an eyebrow and regarding the boy in distaste. “Well you managed to get here, so that’s something.” He murmured quietly, more to himself than Travis as he put his supplies back in his bag and flung it over his shoulder. He wouldn’t admit he was truly relieved to get out of this room. He’d done everything he needed too whilst Travis was away anyway.

“Excitement. Was that the word I used?” He pondered, “Either way, I thought you were the prince of Havoc. I need some inspiration, why don’t you prove it to me?”