breeds contempt | noah & victor
victor-prince:
The upcoming Hogsmeade weekend was approaching and he had heard people talk about it for the entire week. Normally, he wasn’t very into whatever his fellow students were hyped up about, and in fact, was usually against it, but he felt differently about Hogsmeade. For one, he could finally stare at something other than the stones of the castle. And really, that was all he needed. Hogwarts was dully boring, the Chamber it held, aside.
Victor hadn’t gotten the chance to ask Theodore if he was going to the village. Ezekiel had been around constantly and Victor really didn’t feel like having Ezekiel worm his way into their plans. It wasn’t that he hated Ezekiel or didn’t want to hang out with him, but it was too much sometimes. More so now than ever. Victor also didn’t really know who else to ask– Patrick was an elusive man and, to be honest, Victor didn’t try looking that hard for him anyways. He thought about going alone, and that was appealing in that he could weave through the crowd easily. So he suppose that that thought won out.
To miss the mass of students, Victor waited it out and then took his time to get ready. He was in the midst of pulling his thermal on when Noah walked in. He didn’t know Noah well-enough, not that he really thought about it. He just never bothered to get to know his roommate. Though maybe that ought to change. Noah didn’t seem the type to go out and have a life, and given that he was here and not there (discounting that Noah could be similar to him in wanting to wait out the crowd), he assumed Noah was not going. “Hey,” he greeted blandly. “You got plans for the village? If not, do now– I could use a tour guide. You in?”
No, thanks. Noah felt his face settle into a quasi-grimace. The question was direct and the freshly-made plans were even more so. He wished that he disliked Victor more, so he could have just said no without feeling any sort of obligation. “I hadn’t really planned on it,” he responded slowly. As he continued, it sounded like an apology. Maybe if he dragged his feet enough, Victor would just move on. He really hadn’t paid enough attention to know what tactic would work best, and wasn’t about to just walk away no matter how tempting that was. The other gryffindor could follow him. “I kindof hoped that this weekend would be a vacation from babysitting. Not that you need babysitting. All the younger kids do.”












