A Monkey's Uncle | Jack and Mordred
This was stupid... so stupid.
To be honest this was probably the stupidest thing Mordred had ever done, and for a Ravenclaw he'd surprisingly done a lot of stupid things in his life.
But here he was walking down the dungeon steps going to visit River... unannounced he might add.
Whispering the password he'd figured out from snooping around a bit Mordred was surprised to find the portrait swing open without a word. A small sneer on his painted lips. Knitting his own brows Mordred walked through suddenly unsure of himself now which was a really bad thing to be in Slytherin territory.
"Oh hohoho a Ravenclaw, thats not a sight one sees everyday." Said a voice from his right as Mordred stepped into the emerald common room "Now tell me did you get lost going to the library? Because I can draw you a map if you want" The slytherin sarcastically stated over the edge of a newspaper. He was sitting cross legged on the forest green couch a cup of tea steaming on the end table to his left.
"I'm waiting for a friend, River to be exact." Mordred answered trying to keep his tone light despite the obvious dig. No need to stoop down to the stranger's level this early in the game "Now, may I sit here?" He asked pointing to a green armchair by the fire. There, he was polite and friendly, no need to cause a fuss.
"River song?" the boy asked ignoring Mordred's question, folding his paper before continuing "Now what would River want with a scrawny runt like you? I mean I know she's pretty but sorry to burst your bubble little man, she's definitely not into losers" He said The stranger leered at him.
"I am not a loser" Mordred said trying to be confident, and show this dude he was not going to be pushed around.
"Oh Really?" He huffed "Shall I queue the footage of our last quidditch game for you?" The stranger smiled sarcastically. Mordred tried not to look but found himself staring into the stranger's face, his smile full of teeth like razors, shinning and sharp. Ready to cut. Ready to eat him.
Holding back his emotions Mordred just picked at the arm of the chair deciding that he was going to ignore this stranger from now on. Though as anyone would know, ignoring a slytherin is probably the worst thing you could do and unfortunately for Mordred his silence had given the snake the precise wound to pick at.
"Whats wrong, little one? Bludger got your tounge? Or maybe your leg?"
Gulping Mordred just stared at the fire, he wanted it to stop but he didn't know how to make it stop.
