Cassian hissed, shoving away the Slytherin who had separated him from the other loud-mouthed student, biting back a response as he glared between them. His chest heaved as he suddenly twisted on his heels, marching back towards the castle as his fists clenched at his sides. The last thing he needed was to get another detention. However, his already foul mood was made worse when he rounded the corner, another frame crashed against his, though the impact did little to move the brooding male.
although it was an annoyance to collide with others, roderick was thankful to be tall enough that it didn’t have many repercussions on his end. but before he could turn on his superficial charm, he noticed who it was. “oh, cassian,” he greeted briefly, soon taking in his friend’s angry appearance. “what’s happened now?” it wasn’t an out of the ordinary situation that cassian was in a mood, of course, but rod found himself asking each time regardless. “you haven’t gotten detention already, have you?” ( luckily for roderick, it wasn’t required to say aloud; but if the other male needed help somehow, he’d do whatever he could. )
even though it was only the start of the school year, alice really felt the need to be on top of her studies this year. seventh year was important. it was the last year before graduating and of course there were the n.e.w.t’s. alice had dreamed of becoming an auror since she could talk and she always asked to hear stories about the wizarding wars. it was before dinner and the great hall was decently empty as she blonde sifted through all her materials for classes that year. it was mostly empty except for the pair of students making a scene over something that happened over the summer a few seat down from her. “hello, do you mind bickering somewhere else?” she called to them but of course did not get a response. finally she picked up her things and moved to a different table to get some quiet time. “it’s too early in the year for this.”
“did you expect this year to change completely?” the question came idly as his eyes never left his book, although his attention was far from the text. of all the people in school he could’ve been stuck with, fate decided it would be alice. and as coincidence would have it, they found themselves now sat at the same table. “there’s bound to be bickering students around --- no matter where you are.”
katie had been sitting on a bench in one of the hallways, just going through her class schedule, a little unnerved by how much she was taking on–but the truth was, she wanted to do this. she enjoyed partaking in as much as she could, be it all her classes and extra curriculars–made her feel like an all rounder. a shadow fell over her and she glanced up with a raised eyebrow. “can i help you? don’t you have class to get to?” she had a rare free period this morning, and it would be the same every week–already becoming her favourite part of the week, ensuring had enough time to get all her work done.
“i could be asking you the same thing.” ( truthfully, the slytherin couldn’t care less about the reason why she wasn’t in a class. ) after briefly smoothing out his robe, roderick gave a halfhearted shrug before continuing. “but, i had to help some first years to their class. i think my professor will understand if i’m a bit late.”
“professor mcgonagall,” darcy began as the headmistress singled her out from the crowed and began questioning her, “i hope your summer holiday was good. i know that letter you sent to dad was really impactful and really persuaded me to take my classes seriously this year. but of course if i don’t then i get to spend another wonderful year with you!” the look of disdain only grew on mcgonagall’s face as darcy spoke and almost broke in half at the suggestion of another year at hogwarts and she clearly was not amused. without a word the professor turned on her heal and left the crowed of students. “anyone else think she would be much better as a full time cat? then she can’t give the look of constant disappointment.”
“cats still find a way to look constantly disappointed with you,” he commented to the witch, eyes flickering back towards the crowd of students to see if the headmistress was out of earshot. when he figured she was, he spoke again. “i reckon the real difference is they don’t lecture or give you detentions.”
‘ I THINK professor longbottom might be trying to tell me something. ’ she looked down at the tattered book. green leather bound with a small caption that read herbology for beginners. the sixth year let out a sigh of regret, having been successfully avoiding the aforementioned professor ever since the end of last year. ‘ honestly, you get one dreadful on your herbology OWL & you’re branded for life. ’ dropping the book in her lap, she huffs, ‘ i hate plants. ’
“you’re still taking herbology?” granted so was he, but surely for very different reasons. he only really found an interest in learning about the more dangerous types, though at least he was self-motivated enough to pass the entire course. otherwise it would’ve been dead weight that not even spite could have revived. “actually... let me rephrase: you’re still taking herbology, even after you failed your exam?”
hello i’m late as usual, but my name’s bailey and i’m a big dumb cause i spent more time on this than i anticipated and now my laptop’s dying!!! anyw, it’s been a hot minute since i’ve actually been in an rp again so forgive me ty. i’m mobile a lot of the time if i’m not doing replies or something ngl so if i’m ever slow with replying to messages, that’s why --- but if you wanna, you can always hmu on d.scord @ genji slut#8666
here’s my boy, roderick, and he might seem like a decent guy.......he’s actually a pos lmao
basically it’s all a game to him and he doesn’t care ab if he hurts someone’s feelings or not?? like, since he’s head boy, he puts on the act of like... model student and all that and after awhile, people started believing it ( of course there are the few who know how he really is, and those who don’t believe it for a second, but he does put on a very convincing mask )
fake smiles and even faker laughs that have been perfected over the years is... a big mood for him
roderick likes knowing what to expect, i guess? organized and thoroughly thought out plans/ideas, doesn’t enjoy rushing into things that could easily backfire
that all being said, he’s very power hungry / enjoys being in a position such as head boy for that very reason; roderick’s... i wouldn’t necessarily say controlling, but he’s a fucking capricorn with double scorpio so don’t expect anything less than him needing things to be Perfect ™
he’s got a competitive spirit. tried out for quidditch in his second year and has been on the team since ( started out as a chaser, but by the time fourth year came around, he became a beater )
with who his father is, the pressure of following the death eater legacy was real, but?? roderick was... pretty chill with it overall lmao always striving for that “idea of perfection” --- and validation, something he won’t ever admit to though --- really got him hooked on every word of bullshit he heard oops
for real though i think he idolizes his father like, that’s his hero; no matter how fucked up tbh
at least rodolphus is.... moderately happy with his son right? like sure rodolphus probably doesn’t 100% understand the big manipulation game this kid lives for, but honestly roderick knows the perks will pay off eventually?? they have so far anyway, so why not continue it especially now that he’s Better at it!! this shit is like second nature and sometimes he pulls it off so well, he has to take a moment to remember.....that’s not who he is kdjcfhndj
personally thinks the pairs system is Dumb but....he’ll play along for now....he just finds it ironically amusing that he was paired with a longbottom :)
Quick ugly ooc post from mobile bc I’m still out and idk when I’ll be back but if I go quiet for the rest of the night it’s probably cause I ended up falling asleep — I’ll reply to messages and write up Roderick’s intro whenever I’m on next 💚
in your dream, you are jealous of tragedies. / and the truth is, we all want our own tragedy, / because life is pale without it. / we want the teeth, the screaming, the survival / that comes with it.
Salma Deera, from “why you wanted a tragedy,” Letters From Medea
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