he threw up defensive palms, a light scoff emitting from his tiers. “ i’m hardly high and mighty, i was making a joke if you can handle that, potter. ” rabastan retorted sourly as his eyes rolled in their sockets lithely.
he hated the old aged feud between his house and the others. the negative connotations and stereotypical views too – they weren’t all like that. he didn’t have to use his ambition and resourcefulness the way others did. “ —oh, really? and if you haven’t noticed, i’m not most slytherins. ”
“Not much of a joke if you’re the only one laughing, Lestrange,” James replied, shrugging, though there was no malice in his voice.
He cocked an eyebrow, arms crossing his chest. “You aren’t? Well, I suppose that’s not too surprising. Don’t think I’d be able to stand you otherwise.”












