Sweet Boys || Randall and Dallas
Tagging: Randall Ryan and Dallas Rolf
Location: Hallway
Time: Late morning, after first classes have ended.
Notes: Dallas stumbles into Randall amid his own confusion. Randall happily takes advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Extra Notes:
Dallas whipped his head to the side to stare at them, and recognizing them as a pair of Muggleborn twins, he was about to tell them to, “Shut the fuck up, you Mudbloods.” when he again shut himself down on the very idea, and with a very befuddled expression, Dallas simply turned around and walked off, bag hanging dejectedly off of his shoulder. The very idea of calling someone such an atrocious name suddenly seemed like a horrific crime- but he’d never had this sort of problem before. ‘What’s going on? I know who I am, but I’m not who I should be. This is...this is terrible and it needs to fucking stop.’ Even as the expletive crossed his mind, Dallas reddened with shame, worrying someone might read his mind. His glances slid about, looking for any sort of scandalized-looking person, worry on his face. He shuddered a bit, and it was a few quiet moments before Dallas realized he was slipping.
Even as he grasped this concept, the fact that he wasn’t himself - he was a body with a changing heart, and morphing mind - it fell away, and he was only left with a murky sense of wonder and worry. That too was falling from him, and slowly, he forgot all of those worries and troubles of moments ago. All he knew was who he was- he was Dallas Rolf, a fourth year with a big charade on his shoulders, trying to appear as something better than he was. And for it, he loved those of his own kind, even though he was a bit jealous of their freedom. Muggleborns. He felt like he would do anything to protect one from slander, from any sort of bullying. The fact that he was a tormentor of many Muggleborns never came to his mind. A student passed him as he thought, and he tossed a haphazard, goofy grin at them. They scurried away, much to Dallas’ confusion. ‘I wonder what that’s all about, then. Do they not like being smiled at?’ Sighing, and still looking over his shoulder at the retreating form of the student, Dallas took two steps forward and smacked into a warm, solid mass.
His heart stuttering and a gasp racing from his throat, Dallas started almost violently as he rebounded, managing not to fall, but definitely stumbled back a bit. Already looking rather upset, Dallas looked up, his apology half-way out of his lips, when he stopped dead and fell silent. The student he had run into was daunting, and seemed to know it. Dallas blinked, trying to find a name, surprised for a moment when it took so long to remember much of anyone he seemed to know. After some frantic though, the name sluggishly presented itself to him. Looking up at the decidedly irritated older boy, Dallas decided to at least attempt to name him, and re-attempt to apologize.
“Randall? I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to run into you, I was just sort of distracted by some other strange student who apparently didn’t like being smiled...at....and I’m blabbering on like this.” he sighed, casting a worried glanced up at Randall. “Again, I’m sorry. You alright?” His voice didn’t sound very nervous, nor did his face, but something in Dallas’ posture gave away the fact that he found Randall to be rather intimidating. It didn’t help that there was a niggling sort of itch at the back of his mind that was trying to say something about Randall. How this couldn’t be Randall. Randall was nice, Randall was a pretty acceptable Gryffindor, as far as Dallas knew, even for a Mudblood... Dallas gave his head a shake, dislodging those thoughts. ‘Can’t be true...can’t be true....No. What’s wrong with me? Mudblood? What sort of person am I?’ For a moment, he was distracted from the whole situation, but was brought back by a derisive chuckle that had the hair on the back of his neck standing on end.