bludhavensbluebird:

    In some ways, it feels like the most real conversation they’ve ever had, no venom on her part and he’s not trying so damn hard either. Slowly but surely, he relaxes in the bed he was so eager to escape from ten minutes ago, nervous energy escaping him little by little. ❛Wouldn’t some say strange is a requirement here?❜ He’s no fool to think other places were the same (Bruce would never allow such naïveté) and his lessons in muggle studies in year 4 seemed to teach him a little about the other world. Her question however does stump him for a moment. Never had he really questioned it nor thought about himself in such a light. Being Slytherin was what it was and he was proud but not for the reasons expected of him. ❛Being a Slytherin doesn’t mean we’re all the same, you know. I think I’m pretty resourceful and I have ambition, when there’s something I wanna do I just go for it. Loyalty is pretty big for me too but the way I see it, ‘protecting your own’ doesn’t mean your House. My best friend’s a Gryffindor but if she needed me I’d be there in seconds flat and that’s loyalty to me, the people who stick with you beyond House ties. Cleverness isn’t a bad trait although my previous interactions with you might say I’m lacking in that department.❜

     “You sure do have to be strange to chase around a girl who hated your guts.” It was a jokes as much as it was a confession. She was positive he had not noticed her animosity because if he had why would he continue? Why would he suffer through Rahne? Delicately, so as not to rival his pain as he sat in his hospital bed, would her teeth sink into her lower lip as she listened. She was taking in what he had to say but still she was not understanding; all this to her sounded like a defense case. The grandeur of Kitty had been reduced to small careful movements, each picked out to reflect how very exposed she felt in the wake of a real conversation with this boy she’d vowed to hate on nothing more then a meeting predestined by fate to be unfortunate and the color of his robe. “I’m a…mudblood.” It was obvious even saying the word pained her as much as a bomb as the statement was. She would have loved to let the statement sink in with him but, alas, she pressed on in fear his over eagerness would have interrupted, be it him telling her it was okay or telling her to go she wasn’t sure. “Both my parents are muggles. Me and my sister are like…freak accidents or something. But when we got here everyone told me to stay away from slytherins because they’re bad news for people like me. So I stopped telling people and I stayed away like they told me.” A beat where she looked up making eye contact with him for the first time since her confession dropped. “But apparently…they didn’t want to stay with me. Why? Is it different now?”

Mar 10 23:39 ( ♥ 18 )