drcomalfy:
laughter stretched on his face shrinks at the comeback, eyes widening as the spotlight shifts hot on him. right, right … yes, yes … his past actions have repercussions !!! with new times, new actions – doesn’t erase the once-was. It stays with you like a lingering stench. Your tongue is rotten inside your mouth: live with it. Live with having to swallow your own venom, snake. Incredulous stare, hands lift in defense:
❝ good LORD, take a JOKE, Spier. It’s not that deep. ❞ he scoffs, averts his gaze, ❝ So touchy . . . . ❞ ((( and maybe YOU ARE , ))) , after-all, he’s the one reading into it. (( right , right HOUSES ))
❝ I hear zacharias smith is only in there because it was treated like a reject pile . . . ❞
simon is not laughing. he’s been dealing with this from the slytherins since he got to hogwarts, eleven with glasses too big for his face & no idea what he could do with his power. his lips are pressed together in a thin line. this kind of talk was everywhere. whether it be because he’s gay, a muggleborn, or in the loser house. he was proud of all of those things !! but people like malfoy were so busy being complete tossers that they didn’t see how cool it was. “ it gets old, when it’s the same jokes for seven years in a row. you could at least be original. “ he adjusts his backpack on his shoulder, not able to deny that zacharias smith is the worst that hufflepuff has to offer, “ well, we all have people in our house that we don’t like. i’m sure you don’t like all of your house mates. “

















