Basil frowned pointedly at Augustus’ dig about his class. He didn’t think the middle or lower classes were much different, but he bit the retort back knowing it was a lost cause. There simply didn’t seem to be any way to reason with Lissing! Basil simply couldn’t understand why he was being so stubborn about this. Was there some big piece he was missing from the equation? Evidently, if it was this complicated to unravel. Basil ran a hand frustratedly through his hair and eyed the red-head as he called out their entire relationship. Now that one took Basil for a loop. He didn’t know what ‘sham’ Gus was referring to and frankly, he found himself getting a little offended at the implication. He wanted to continue bickering, to force Gus to see that the only ‘sham’ here was his own folly and expectations! Basil had been entirely genuine all these months they’d shared. It had been lovely, it was everything he could have wanted. Why that had to change or become obscured by this… silly miscommunication, he would never know!
Still fuming, Basil debated swatting Lissing away entirely as he encroached on the Ravenclaw’s personal space. Thinking better of it, he clenched his hands into fists again and stood there icily as the Hufflepuff bade him farewell. The kiss, however chase and light, still sent his blood pumping and Basil growled under his breath. “You don’t understand!” He accused hotly, even as the other turned to walk away. Basil growled again, this time more audibly.
“You’re a selfish cad, Lissington!” He called angrily. Selfish, egocentric, and all-around infuriating. How dare the other put him in this position, to choose between their friendship and his own career! How dare he ambush Basil with that dratted ‘I love you’ nonsense! How dare he walk away like this was finished?! Basil couldn’t help himself. He tromped over to where the Hufflepuff was retreating away from the cliff face and grabbed him by the robes, accidentally - on purpose? - shoving the slightly taller boy into a tree. Pressed against him, Basil stared directly up into blue hues with his own angry greys.
“Don’t pretend to comprehend how I’m feeling in all of this,” he hissed. “We live very different lives.” Releasing the other’s robes with a huff, Basil glared at him. “You get to go home to a supportive family who might believe you when you say you’ve fallen in love with another boy. I don’t have that luxury and I’d thank you not to bring it up again.” He hesitated for a moment before adding: “And don’t think for a moment you know where my heart lies. Because evidently, you don’t have a clue.”