“You are very kind, Vegas - do you mind if I call you by your given name?”
He asks, nearly sincere interest dawning in the cold gaze of his eyes. He’s swift to address her state; noting slight darker circles under her eyes and a tired gleam on her face. But there’s none of the bruises he full knows were on the corner of her lips, nor of the wound on the side of her head. Even Rod had to be impressed with Madam Pomfrey and her quality work. It almost seemed as if nothing ever happened.
“Do not apologize, however. We live in startling times, but alas, it is a nice day today - almost spring.”
The boy adds, words a calm and composed baritone tone as he begins to walk by her side. There is danger in proximity, and even more so in curiosity, he knows this well. Rod would not be so foolish as to give in to such a trivial matter as curiosity, his is a need to know. To confirm and to secure the ideas already running rampant in his mind; not only for his benefit, or that of his younger brother - but for a feature greater than this.
So he clears his throat, after a discreet glance to those surrounding them before he focuses again on the young blonde. “I do not wish to pry in your matters, Miss Adelaide, or bring to life nightmares of the past few days. But I do feel it necessary to mention that the actions made against you and our classmates have no forgiveness.
He spews the word, as if it burnt his tongue, and mirrors outrage in his face. A SNAKE, after all, with venom in his blood.
Of course the boy knew what they all said about it - even if the anger and indignation was directed against someone who had no hand in the matter. Loud whispers everywhere and slanted glances wherever and whenever his younger brother was close. Fools; they deserved all that would come against them. Ah, but one step at a time.
The Ravenclaw offered Rodolphus a tired smile, though the way her eyelids crinkled through the exhaustion was genuine.
“Of course! How polite of you to ask, Mr. Lestrange.”
Vegas found the difference in mannerisms intriguing. Too often it seemed that the muggle world had lost the eloquence that the wizarding world held -- though she would argue it was not devoid of its own certain magic. At times it seemed they were centuries apart, especially in the case of those of more distinguished birth. Were they not so disinclined to share her company, she might have justification to further investigate her curiosities.
However, while she was not fond of reciprocating the toxic prejudice that such individuals practiced against her, even Vegas could not deny that those who wanted her dead were often of the same ilk.
They were not all as welcoming as Rodolphus.
“It’s indeed beautiful out, I hope that the sun may be able to lift some of the students’ spirits. Spring has always been my favorite season -- watching the earth start fresh before your eyes.”
The blonde pursed her lips thoughtfully at the mention of her misfortune. At this point, she was not surprised by the mention of the attack; most others had already inquired about her or were blatantly avoiding the subject for her sake. It did not offend her either, but she had been given much time to reflect upon it.
“I appreciate that you feel so strongly about their actions but truthfully,
they have already been forgiven.”
Curiously enough, the chaser could not find it in her to hate anyone, even the faceless souls of her tormentors. Hatred wasted too much of her precious time and energy, resources which of course could be used for greater purposes than sulking. The aftermath of the mental and emotional damage done had taken e n o u g h already . . .
“I wanted to be resentful, really...but anger and sadness and fear?
What good can it do for any of us?”
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