❝Sorry to disappoint, but we see the values of Gryffindor quite differently, in our family…❞ he paused mid-sentence, changing course just a beat later. ❝ actually, no. it’s a bit transparent, is what it is. I mean, think about it, we’re up in the castle towers, while you, malfoy, and all the other snakes are sleeping in the dungeons. the same place sewer rats breed.❞ he laughed with ridicule, maintaining the long standing banter he and Daphne had between each other since their adolescent days. Cormac held zero shame in having house pride. In all honesty, he didn’t see the appeal of Slytherin house, nor any desire for it. Unlike most, Cormac had taken part in the traditional, Gryffindor and Slytherin rivalry, sometimes just for the fun of it. And, given his past with families such as the Greengrass or Malfoy families, Cormac was always able to keep up with their kind. He didn’t think like them. Not even a little. But, he certainly knew how to compete and play ball with the lot. ❝If you ask me, I’d stand by it making sense that the real disappointment’s with those who’ve got the riffraff’s treatment.❞ he hadn’t even begun to fend for himself with the inevitable jab at his latest, humiliating defeat.
Obviously, Cormac had deflected for a reason. ❝Oh, and uh-❞ his face flourished. ❝Clever attempt you tried to pull, there. Pinning the loss to Weasley on me. Was it ‘’doubt’, you were expecting?” he began with a playful poise, declaring his pride standing tall as ever. ❝Not to toot my own horn, but I know for certain that there was no way Weasley had a prayer up against me. But, that’s nepotism, he’s got on his side; with the half a dozen Weasleys’ on the team for years, and Potter taking captain—completely rigged.❞ he glanced up to the Quidditch Pitch, hiding any leftover burn from his failure at tryouts; with the sheer confidence in his tone, that almost made him fully believe what he was spewing. ❝I didn’t see much point in making a fuss… thought, maybe I’d let Weasley learn a thing or two in a trial-by-fire. which, he may come to find much sooner, than later.❞ he was referring to the match happening today, but that was as far as Cormac would go in his ill speaking. ❝There. Got your fix of my current events… satisfying, isn’t it?❞ he added on the snarky remark to go with the icing on the top. Obviously he was joking, but Cormac found amusement in boldly saying something that absurd for the sake of getting a rise.
With her head tilted, Daphne couldn’t help a small laugh, before biting the inside of her cheek — trying to keep a straight face. “Well love, sorry t’disappoint you, but I’m pretty sure Mr and Mrs Mclaggen are lying. You might be up in the tower, but the Dungeons hold a lot of hidden secrets. Perks, if you will. Although I wouldn’t expect you to know,” she shrugged her shoulders at him, still amazed at how he could be so arrogant even when Gryffindor treated him the way it did. From what she heard, he was almost ridiculed by his own housemates. Why defend a house that doesn’t value you? Slytherins stood up for each other, even when they weren’t right; which Cormac was. “In Slytherin we see real talent. We may not always HAVE the best, but you can be bloody sure we will MAKE the best. The ones that see us as riff-raff aren’t worth it, they won’t be with us at the top.”
As much as it was her PRIDE talking above all else, Daphne truly believed her words. In Gryffindor, you settled. You accepted things. Even Ravenclaw with their snotty-arse students strive to be better, but in Gryffindor it was all about being GOOD. But you can’t do any REAL good if you don’t have the guts to do the wrong thing once in a while. Not that Cormac didn’t; they’d been up to no good enough times for her to know he wasn’t as pure-hearted as the red and gold house claimed all it’s members were. But he still settled with Weasley, and she wasn’t very happy about it. “We lost, but we fought. I was there, in a stadium full of people, playing for my house. You? You just lost YOUR spot and did nothing. Where’s all that bravery now, Cormac? Or you gonna tell me that ginger twat is more BRAVE than you are?” She was obviously pissed that they’d lose, but losing to a Weasley definitely rubbed her the wrong way. Losing to Cormac wouldn’t have been a blow. It would have been fair. After all, the Slytherins were already beginning to choose their ALLIANCES; and if Draco was distracted, Daphne and the others weren’t much better.
“Sarcastic as your comment may be, yes, it is quite SATISFACTORY. I like my knowledge fresh and from the source,” the more she knew about Gryffindor’s quidditch team, the better — and it was always good to be able to have a conversation with someone dressed in something other than green and black too, although she’d never admit it. McLaggen was a breath of fresh air. Still, she was a Slytherin; and an injustice like that, when not done by THEM, bugged her. If Gryffindor was so much better, maybe they should act it, for once. “Y’know, I always pegged you as one of us, in a very small way. You’re our friend on the outside, so we leave you out of things. But perhaps you DON’T quite make the cut at all. I mean, I was there at trials, and I don’t know what the hell happened. But you wouldn’t have missed that shot and you SHOULD have been out there, playing that game, instead of weasel-face. Trials by fire or not, you’ve already lost; and you still ain’t done shit about it, love.”
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