LORD CATO, BITCH

Priding herself on acute senses, rare it was that it took something this long to settle in for her. She heard the nurses first. “… It seems Cato’s fine? We can’t find anything wrong with him at present, Nefetari.” For a moment, puffy eyes flickered back and forth between the two women and his body laying atop the bunk in confusion. Surely they had missed something? ‘It’s happening,’ he’d told her himself. She’d felt him going limp in her arms, she’d felt a panic that was incomparable. And then Cato sat up, a simple ‘sup’ and laughter rolling out of his mouth. Nefetari stared at him. It was a prank? It was a prank. It was a prank. “You… fucking? You… fucking IDIOT!!! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!” Alas, despite Cato’s attempts to preserve his safety, Nefetai had lunged across the bed to collect his ears in a tight, twisting pinch.

“You pull THAT and FUCKING ‘SUP’ IS WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?! YOU IDIOT. YOU FUCKING IDIOT.” Nefetari couldn’t remember a single moment in her entire life when she’d felt so much anger, tugging at her best friend’s ears till they went pink. Relief for his not actually being on the brink of death was entirely forgotten. Madame Pomfrey and the other nurse were by them almost immediately, trying to detangle her vice grip on the boy’s ears. “I’m going to kill him?” She said, almost calmly. Before catching another glimpse at his dumb face and the fury took over again as the two women finally managed to pull Nefetari away, “FUCKING LET ME AT HIM!!!!!!!!” She barked, sending out a kick that effectively flipped the bed in his direction. Managing to free herself of the restraint, Nef shoved the bed aside and again she was charging for him. “I’LL SHOW YOU WHAT’S UP!!!“

“OwwwwwfuuuUUCK!” Cato yelled, features twisting in pure agony. Nef’s fingers had never felt more like paws than they did as they were digging into the skin of his ears, and he began smacking her hands with his own as a plea to let go. He could imagine just how red they were getting, which was just about one of the worst things for Cato. He’d enter the Ravenclaw common room, everyone would see his burning ears, and they’d all know what happened. “Nef, please!” Cato was practically wailing, even attempting to impersonate a whimpering dog for he assumed that would make her have mercy on him. “NEF, COME ON!”

Thank all the spirits, and deities, and higher power entities that existed for the two ladies (his saviours) for ripping Nef off of him. Immediately, his hands flew to rub his ears, forming a pout on his lips as he whined, “I thought you loved me?” Even at such a grave and dire time, Cato couldn’t help but snigger to himself a little whilst his feet continued to retreat. However, as Nef started screaming once again, his entire body tensed up and was almost too slow in reacting to the flying bed. “Doooon’t!” Cato screamed, grabbing large objects and placing them in front of him as he “Don’t let her at me! She’s wild! Too wild! Hold her back! Pomfrey, what are you doing?!” Desperately, he threw his hands up in the air, before flipping out and running off once Nef started charging at him. “Don’t show me what’s up! I’m still technically dying you know! I thought you loved me!” Cato screamed, before an idea struck him. He came to an abrupt halt, turning round to face Nef. “I love you, you love me, let’s just hug it out!” Opening his arms wide, he attempted to throw himself at Nef, even though if that meant getting ripped limb by limb.

“I love you, too,” she blurted, burying her face into his chest and slinking her arms around his neck as tears turned into weeping. They were meant to have so much more time than this —- Nef couldn’t even begin to fathom a life in which Cato no longer existed. She’d lost people before. Parents. But the faint and distant memory of grief for two people she hardly remembered from her childhood was nothing. Not when faced with the prospect of losing the rude, inconsiderate and reckless idiot of a boy that meant more to her than any other single person in the world. She had Sydney and Septima, sure, but until Cato, she’d been ultimately alone. He was her person, her idiot. “I love you Cato,” she breathed, pressing her forehead to his as he went limp. And for the easily the worst and most terrifying split second in her life, Nefetari thought that was it. That he was gone. But his breath, slowed and shallow, was still present and all she could do was cry more. She didn’t even care if she looked weak in front of the other students —- she’d rather everyone in the world think her weak and pathetic, including Greyback, than lose him. Nef didn’t feel like she could be strong ever again. But she willed herself to pull back from him. Then forced herself to a stand, dragging Cato upwards with her. It wasn’t particularly hard for her to lift him off his feet, carrying his rather light frame in her arms. “Move out of my fucking way!!” She barked at onlookers in her path whom quickly parted, allowing her to hurriedly storm past. It was barely a minute later when she’d made it to the hospital wing with him —- “help!!! Please,” she cried, “you have to help him.” Madam Pomfrey appeared almost immediately, directing Nefetari to place Cato on the closest free bed. She kneeled down by his side, fingers linking with his as she shakily answered any questions asked about what had happened and his condition whilst Pomfrey examined him.

#ch: nefetari greyback #this got long bruv #no need to match it #jk definitely have it u lil hoe

Regret. Regret. Regret. Regret. There were so much regret compared to the atomically small amount of amusement. Nef was so close to him. Seeing her tears was one thing, but actually feeling them soaking through his shirt was driving him crazy. Cato wasn’t aware that he was capable of feeling so much guilt. At least she loved him. She said it twice: ‘I love you, too’ and ‘I love you Cato’. Had there not been so much despair in her voice, Cato would have wanted to remember this forever. This was enough, though. All he wanted was the confirmation. There was no way Zero could get in between Nef and him now, he was sure. So what, they might go on a couple of dates? Perhaps Zero would make Nef happy in ways Cato couldn’t. Romantically and sexually... which wouldn’t be a problem. At all.

All of a sudden, he felt himself rising from the ground, and he started screaming internally like a maniac. Clearly, Cato hadn’t thought this through. Nef was taking him to the hospital wing. What else was she going to fucking do? He waited for his eruption of thoughts to calm down before starting... ‘Dear God... If you exist, if you really exist, please can you do me a huge favour and just knock me out, or even actually kill me for a little while then give me back? It’ll be like a cute refund, no receipt. Or, if you’re feeling extra nice, knock Nef out. Knock both of us out! Please, can you just do something so I don’t end up in the hospital wing. I’m really sorry for any bad thing I’ve ever done. I never meant it. It was just for fun! What won’t be fun is when Nef finds out that I lied about this. Did you see her, God? She was crying. Full on adult dog tears. She can never find out, so whenever you’re ready...” Cato was lying on the bed now, fighting the temptation to open his eyes just a little bit, though he had let a smirk accidentally slip when she rushed into the room crying for some assistance. Listening to Madam Pomfrey and Nef converse was like listening to nails on a chalk board. “Anytime now, dude... Come on, please. FUCKING PLEASE! Sorry, sorry, but please, God. I’ll be so good from now on.” And then he heard it. That exposure. A nurse having approached the two women and informing them of Cato’s good health. Immediately, he jumped up from the bed, exclaiming hysterically with his hands thrown in the air, “I’m alive!” Cato immediately rolled off the bed, pushing it forward to serve as a barrier between he and Nef, but also standing on his toes ready to take off just in case she lunged over the bed. “Hi..." He said shakily, stretching his timid smile into a wide grin as he forced a nervous laughter out of himself “‘Sup?” .

Stop it, Nef. So weird to think that I did my first sexual shit with your cousin. So weird to think that I did my first sexual shit with your cousin. So weird to think that I did my first sexual shit with your cousin. Stop thinking about it, she urged herself after having repeated the sentence in her head the third time. “Not just onto her,” she nodded once slowly, “a crush —- my bad, then.” This time, Nefetari put a little more effort into her attempt at enthusiasm, “totally, you’d make a fucking awesome couple. Lord Cato and his Lady Princess, right? Nice.” Too invested in her own thoughts, unusual for the girl who was always so in the moment, Nef didn’t even pick up on his drawing closer. “Some loser, he is kinda’ cute though. I can’t fathom why someone like him would want to date a werewolf —- that’s gotta hurt the reputation. But I think I’ll say yes,” she agreed, keeping pace. Though an abrupt shout and a grip on her shoulder had Nefetari whipping around, her heart threatening to jump out of her throat. Her expression twisted in panic, eyes stinging unfamiliarly with uncharacteristic tears, “Cato?!” She dropped by his side in less then a second, her hands flinging up to her head in distress, “no, no, no.” For a moment she fumbled helplessly, clueless as to how to help. He was in pain. And then her hand found his chest, the other moving up to desperately cup his cheek as tears begun streaming down her own, “Cato, tell me what to do?! Please!!” The girl whimpered shakily, looking over his features with terror and worry, “please, Cato. I can’t lose you!! I was going to fix this. I can fix this, please don’t die.” Stray students who happened to also be walking through the hallway had stopped to crowd and watch, one of them even stepping forward, igniting Nefetari’s anger. “Get the fuck away from him!!” She lashed out, wiping her dampened cheeks on her shoulder.

#ch: nefetari greyback #have a random gif my friend

This was a huge mistake. Cato couldn’t quite remember why he decided this would be a good idea in the first place. It was only funny for the first few seconds, as he acted out his final fatal headache whilst Nef started panicking herself. When he could hear the terror in her voice, and he knew... she had really fallen for it. It was only until he peered through his fingers to catch her expression, when Cato began to regret throwing these dramatics. Nefetari Greyback was crying! Cato had made Nef cry! His best friend was crying! It really wasn’t as funny as making other people cry. It wasn’t funny at all. This realization threw him into a state of frenzy, where he couldn’t quite discern whether he was feeling guilt, or fear, or shock. He tried to bury his face into his hands, not wanting to see her tears. They made Cato feel odd, as if he really was dying. However, Nef brought his face up into her hand, and everything seemed too real. He had to play along. Heavy lids, weak neck with a couple of painful groans thrown in here and there... Cato tried to distract himself from Nef’s emotions by keeping up the act. “Love you, Nef...” Cato whispered gravelly, feigning his pain as he extended a weak and unsteady hand out. He wanted to remind her of the important things before she caught on that it was just a prank. “We’re best friends for life...” Truthfully, it was beginning to scare him for when this day would truly come. There would never be a time where he’d be ready to part with Nef. At her sudden burst of anger, however, Cato took advantage of her attention placed elsewhere, and swiftly decided to fall limp in her arms before rolling his eyes backwards. Yes, to avoid the mess of a fake death prank, Caius Cato Crouch decided to fake pass out.

“So,” she swallowed, “proud, hahahahahaha,” Nef swallowed a second time, gratingly, voice unusually loud. They cuddled like she and Cato did? Did Isabelle even know that he liked to be the little spoon? Did he like being with Isabelle more than he did her? Nef screwed up her nose at herself, why was she being so stupid. “Milo, right.” She nodded, “yeah. Yeah, that should fix this. I’m gonna shove my face.” The girl begun walking, keeping an unusual distance between herself and Cato as she did. “So… you and Septima, that’s like, not a thing anymore, right? You’re just… onto Isabelle?” She crossed her arms over her chest, “and hey, y’know Zero Carraway? Quidditch guy? He keeps talking to me out of fucking nowhere. I think… I think he’s gonna ask me out.” Nefetari quickly mentioned something else, so it didn’t seem like she was lingering on the topic of Cato’s girls.

Cato’s smile faltered at Nef’s unusual response. It wasn’t the same when Nef wasn’t enthusiastic about it as he was. The progression he’d made with Isabelle even seemed to have lost a little purpose without Nef being fun about it. Brows furrowed, Cato glanced over at Nef, analyzing the big gap between them. “Yeah, I stopped doing things with Septima ages ago. She didn’t want a relationship, remember? So weird to think that I did my first sexual shit with your cousin. Hey, I’m not just... onto Isabelle. I have a crush on her! I like her? I think we’d make a good couple.” Cato deliberately rambled on as an excuse to slowly start walking closer next to Nef, shooting her a boyish smirk as he nudged her shoulder. At the topic of Zero pestering Nef for a date, for some reason, Cato panicked. “Really? You should say yes. it’s been a while since you went on a date. Who’s Zero, though?” There wasn’t one person within the walls of Hogwarts that didn’t know of Zero Carraway. As if that wasn’t enough, Cato suddenly reached out for Nef’s shoulder. “Nef, it’s happening...” An all too melodramatic tone was used. With a hand pressed against his temples, Cato abruptly dropped to the floor as he wailed out in over-exaggerated agony. “Oh, Nef, it hurts!”

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“Really? Are you sure it’s not too much or too little? I could probably go change and ask my brother for his jersey but I’m sure that’s just as bad as this…” She sighed, but her grin didn’t falter as she pulled him into her arms. “You don’t have to say these things if you don’t want to, Cato. Honestly. However, you’re missing your crown too so I think we kind of lose at Halloween, don’t you think?”

#[ nef and cato ]#COME DEN U LIL HOE #SAY SUTTIN #first full moon after maddie incident where she didn't bite anyone :))))#//do we have a tag for them idek

Cato brought his fingers to stretch open Isabelle’s eyes. ”Look at who you’re talking to!” He began laughing, and quite honestly he thought she was adorable still. “I get hexed all the time for having no filter, but if I’m being honest I think I’d look better in the dress, so I totally understand if you want to change.” Cato teased, dropping his hands back to his sides as his grin quickly dropped at her comment at not having a crown. “No, I don’t think! My crown is right here,” he pointed at the empty space above his head, “and your crown is right there.” He pretended to pick up a tiara from a nearby table and place it atop her head.

#ch: isabelle montague

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#[ lord cato ]#you :) cant :) beat :) me :)

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“It was never my intention to make you like me, Cato. Your brother antagonizes me enough I don’t need both of you torturing me.” She was quick to wipe away the tears that eventually fell, hoping that he hadn’t noticed it. Her father had called it weakness to cry when people twisted words like knives in her stomach. No matter how badly she was hurt he would fore her to stand with her chin held high but she was getting tired of it – she wasn’t as strong as he wanted her to be. “-She cries? I make her.. cry?” Anger melted from her face leaving nothing but hurt behind. “I don’t m-mean too…she just doesn’t stop.”

Cato was quick to retreat a step backwards, and even quicker to jump to the conclusion that Leonie must have silently in one way or another hexed him to make him feel this foreign feeling. His stomach twisted in ways where his distaste for Leonie began to somewhat dissipate. “Okay, what the fuck did you just do to me, Leonie? Because I don’t really feel like being mean to you now, and that’s kind of new.” He crossed his arms over his chest, taking a deep breath as he bit down on his bottom lip -- demeanor highly illuminating the newly found concern. “If I loved someone, I’d never let them go. But you did. I don’t know why since Galen loved you a lot. I don’t know why anyone would let go of that, but you did, so whatever sadness you feel, you did that to yourself.” Cato shrugged nonchalantly. “And, undo whatever you did to me! I feel sick.”

#ch: leonie greengrass

“Ugh, you smell fucking weird too,” she huffed at Cato’s back, after Milo floated or walked or whatever the hell a ghost did away. “What is that, grandma perfume? Great grandma Crouch come to visit? You need a shower. Or like, seven.” Nef’s eyes scanned the hallway and she was disheartened to find that if the moment called for it, there would be nothing to flip. A first year would have to do. Shoulders still pulled tight and fists clenched, the girl tensed her jaw, “I think I’m hungry, or something.”

“What?!” Confusion tightened Cato’s brows, pursing his lips slightly as he found himself taking slight offense to Nef’s comment. Suddenly, he began sniffing himself. Since when did she find his smell anything other than pleasant? Stupid ghost. “At least I don’t look fucking weird! Wait, actually, I probably smell of Isabelle. We took a quick nap during lunch, and she smells like a princess. Lord Cato making mad movements, you proud? Anyway, smell me in a couple of hours, Nef. I think Milo’s throwing you off your game.” He smiled brightly at her, rubbing the side of her arm with his hand comfortingly. He noticed her fists and drew his hand back. “Is it the...” He glanced down at her stomach, raising his brows. “Whatever, wanna get some food? Let’s go Hogsmeade. I’ll treat ya real good, honey.”

“Can you smell that? That see through ass fuck, what’s his name again? Mike? Milo. Ain’t nobody got time for ghosts, okay. Dead things should stay dead and I —- God, no, it’s coming, no, no. Oh, God, no,” Nefetari’s shoulders tensed up and she shoved the person closest to her forward so as to create a barrier between herself and Milo McFadden, Hogwart’s chirpiest ghost. “No, no, no.”

“Huh?” There was a shove to Cato’s back, pushing him to fall forwards right in front of Milo the ghost. Lips forming an awkward smile as he simply stared at the translucent boy? Man? He swiftly looked behind his shoulder at Nef then back to Milo. “Hi Milo, you alright? Uh, basically, my friend, Nefetari Greyback, I call her Nef, is scared of ghosts and... well, you are one! Can you hear that? She’s practically growling, that’s so funny. So yeah, do you mind, like, pissing off somewhere else? Yeah? Spud me.”

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“Yeah, that means nothing to me. Just that you’re a part of a bottom feeder family which makes you even less relevant. Get. Out. Of. My. Face.” She growled, despite the trembling lip and wet eyes. She guessed it was about the punch– or well the alcohol that she’d poured all over the floor –but that gave him no right to talk to her like she was nothing. Leonie wiped quickly under her eyes, forcing herself to look him in the eye. “If you don’t shut up, I’m going to hex you until you can’t talk.”

”Fuck, Leonie, I actually hate people like you. So bored of people bringing up family stuff into conversations, like can you not for one second? It’s so boring!” Cato began cracking up, amused by his own self before he caught a glimpse of Leonie’s watering eyes. He froze, unable to look away as he watched them pool even more. He wasn’t sure why he was so affected by Leonie’s tears, especially when he had caused one too many himself, but it was the same kind of tired he’d seen in Galen’s eyes that made him stop for a moment. “Cry all you want Leones, but you’re the reason why Galen cries, so seeing you like this makes me really happy. Have a wicked rest of the night... NOT.”

#ch: leonie greengrass

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“Lord Cato? That’s more than just a bit presumptuous. Also, annoying.”

”The truth is far from presumptuous, honey. Might be a bit annoying; not my problem, though. --... Finley’s not hungry tonight, is he?”

#ch: eliza avery

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“Please tell me you’re not serious.”

“I only had clean shirts left, so I just poured some squash over myself. Honestly, McGonagall gets so vexed it’s hilarious. I highly recommend it.”

#ch: lucinda talkalot

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“Is it that bad?”

“Bad?! No! No, no, no... This is so good, like really good. I’m not just saying this because I fancy you, either. So good. You actually look like Lord Cato’s lady princess.”

#ch: isabelle montague

princessgreensass-blog

“Who are you even? And – get your hands out of my face before i rip them off and shove them down your throat.”