Never mind that Cassius was family. Never mind that Cassius was a seeker and not a beater anyway. Never mind that Cassius had the advantage of a successful quidditch career to recommend him. Never mind that - that bastard had stared at Kristoffer’s figure and snubbed him deliberately!
“Rotten choice, you cretin!” Kris mutter-yelled. Motherfucker. He suspected it might be another schoolmate of his - and he suspected the fellow had heard him. If only he’d had something in his hands to throw at him besides his fists. Oh. Purposefully, Kristoffer drew his wand.
As to whether he ought to cast a nasty jinx from afar and move on, or ambush this offender around a quiet tent corner for a proper duel, Kristoffer was undecided; at this junction, he glanced briefly at Bingham, waiting for assurances or discouragement or a verbal confirmation that he would be his second, and take a fist to the face for him if that was what it took.
Rupert was smart, see. Rupert was a good friend, with his best interests at heart. Rupert might even have a little thing called self-control.
“Rotten choice, you cretin!” Kris mutter-yelled. Motherfucker. He suspected it might be another schoolmate of his - and he suspected the fellow had heard him. If only he’d had something in his hands to throw at him besides his fists. Oh. Purposefully, Kristoffer drew his wand.
As to whether he ought to cast a nasty jinx from afar and move on, or ambush this offender around a quiet tent corner for a proper duel, Kristoffer was undecided; at this junction, he glanced briefly at Bingham, waiting for assurances or discouragement or a verbal confirmation that he would be his second, and take a fist to the face for him if that was what it took.
Rupert was smart, see. Rupert was a good friend, with his best interests at heart. Rupert might even have a little thing called self-control.
