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Courtyard; Y5, D2, Before third period
Topic Started: Apr 28 2015, 04:50:10 PM (91 Views)
Castor Greengrass
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Castor sulked into the courtyard, long, thick sleeves not enough to fend away the chill he felt upon returning to this place. Hellwarts had been strange, but that was all behind them now. Nothing more than a nagging resonance that gave way to more current problems. Cast hadn't given much thought to Hellwarts when its surreal claws had been grasping at his throat, and he certainly didn't care much about what was going on now.

The Ravenclaw would have been surprised to see Lisbeth Elliot sitting alone, had he not followed her out here. He stood, quietly, waiting to be noticed.

"Oh, go away, would you?" Lis snapped, her embarrassed curiosity fading into venom as she realized just who was staring at her.

Castor shrugged his shoulders at Lis, "You're falling into old habits, I assumed you didn't want to spend another year lurking in the courtyard." He was equally impartial to the angry colour that flared in Lis' cheeks, so unlike the subtle blush of her twin.

Lis clutched a notebook tightly in her hands, knuckles white with her grip, "What is this supposed to be? Some sort of chivalry trip?" The Slytherin sneered at Ryan's "sort of" boyfriend, "I'm not interested."

Cast stared at the notebook, wondering if it would burst into flame - he would probably need to duck… The Ravenclaw knew the exact words he could say to provoke Lisbeth further, but withheld them. He wasn't overly interested in arguing about Lis' incessant desire that the people in her life prove their affection, "I'm not very good at small talk," He shrugged the entire previous exchange away more casually than should have been possible, "I wanted to explain something I've been thinking about since your episode on the train."

Lisbeth seemed to wilt between his very eyes. Castor could only imagine how exhausting it was to flutter from one emotion to the next. He only knew how exhausting it was to be impartial. If their happiness was graphed and compared, hers would be strikingly high and low. His would simply be a flat line, and not particularly high on the grid. Lifeless.
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If you don't stand for something, you might fall for anything.

Lis pulled her knees up to her chest.

The train.

Castor had asked her to sit with him, and Lis had taken him up on the offer. Unwittingly, of course, Ryan had pulled Lis to the compartment and then pissed off to join the prefect one. That wasn't the problem, though. The problem had been Castor, and the way he grimaced whenever Ryan kissed his cheek. Lisbeth had seen it one too many times, and she'd exploded at him. It might not have been so bad had Nashton, one of Castor's friends, not also been in the compartment.

"Look, I didn't mean it." Lisbeth spoke, forcefully, before Castor could continue his explanation, "I could make up any number of excuses, but it was a shit thing to do." Even to someone like him, who probably had needed to hear it.

The Ravenclaw stood hunched over, eyebrow twitching in what might have been annoyance. He still waited, patiently, for Lis's sentence to dwindle awkwardly to a close, "I don't care what you think about me, or my relationship with your sister," His eyes had an uncanny hold on hers, unhesitating, "I just thought you should know that the way you care about people isn't the only way to care about them."

Lisbeth snorted and turned her head away, tongue rolling over her bottom lip as she dealt with her own frustration, "Profound, maybe you should go into philosophy."

"You came out here hoping that someone would chase you down. You never ask for help, or tell them when something is wrong. You think they don't care, because they never step up themselves and you're wrong." Castor had remained a respectful distance away, and their conversation had yet to garner any attention from those around them. Not that there were many people left. Just the couple that Lis had previously been sketching.

Lis kept her gaze away, felt tears well in her eyes, and blinked them harshly away. The tip of her nose was red. "You don't know anything." Lisbeth didn't doubt that people cared. Well, sometimes she did, but she knew it was ridiculous - and that was why, when she was like this, it was better to be alone. Sort of.
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Castor pushed his hand into his pockets and cast a wary glance around the courtyard, he didn't offer Lisbeth any comfort. Nor was he surprised when she failed to defend herself beyond a weak rebuttal.

Lisbeth Elliot was a coward who lashed her opinions out and immediately regretted them. She didn't believe in anything, she didn't stand for anything. There was no purpose behind her cattiness, no grand plan. Lis always acted as though she'd been backed into a corner, fleeing at the first opportunity.

Castor was forced to consider why he was trying to help her, they hadn't gotten particularly close over the summer. In fact, Lis had avoided Cast as if he had carried some deadly disease. Maybe he had been bothered by her opinion, even if only because he worried Ryan might mirror it. Not now. Eventually? Just like everyone else.

The Ravenclaw was trying to gain insight, and failing.

"I just don't get it, I don't get you. You're so weird." Lis had straightened her expression out, "I don't want to hear about your totally deep assumptions, or whatever. I just want to be alone, so I can straighten myself out and try again."

Castor watched as Lis stood, notebook dangling unimportantly from her fingers. She wasn't done talking, "You are pretentious, and creepy but Ryan likes you and I'm going to respect that. Just like I'm going to respect Beck and whatever the fuck he decides he wants to do. That's how I care for people. What about you? Do you even know what it's like to care about someone?"
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If you don't stand for something, you might fall for anything.

Lisbeth had said too much, again. She knew it immediately. Her gaze fell to the ground, sifting through her words and trying to discern an appropriate apology. All while feeling what she had said was justified, after Castor had provoked her.

"I'm trying to figure it out." Cast always held himself in a dignified manner, nose either upturned or held in a book. Now he was watching her with earnest, an expression in his eyes that was decidedly human. Lis was surprised, and simultaneously uneasy.

A part of her craved people's personal moments. She wanted everything dark about them, their worst parts - she would absorb everything bad, if she could, before being allowed the good. Lis didn't know why she felt the need to earn things, but she did.

Ultimately, Lisbeth rolled her eyes. "You want a pat on the back or something?"

Castor's smile was hardly there, but Lis could see the expression ghost a shimmer through his lifeless eyes, "I just thought you should know, it's because of her."

The Slytherin smiled, and shook her head. Not sure what to say. She placed a hand, briefly, on Cast's shoulder as she walked by him. Class would be starting soon.
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