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XX Cedar Peverell xx#027539
Cedar wouldn't have thought that posh asshole Alexander Greengrass would later turn out to not only not be that much of a posh asshole, but the person he's most comfortable sitting next to.
First impressions clearly aren't everything.
The Sorting Hat had been right to call Cedar a watcher. He was always watching other students from the shadows, unnoticed, filing away every hidden thing he saw. Learning the truth of people was interesting as hell, though it often left him more than a little disappointed in others.
Cedar quickly discovered there were an awful lot of liars in the world.
Alexander Greengrass was one of them, but surprisingly, his lies were almost honorable.
After the third time he caught Greengrass tying a panicked first year's shoes in a dark hall, Cedar pretty much abandoned his original opinion of the guy, because clearly he'd missed something.
That didn't make it any less awkward the first time Greengrass sat next to him, though.
They'd sat there in a dark, otherwise empty corner of the library, open books between them like a brick wall. Greengrass didn't ask permission to sit or ask him to leave. Cedar kept reading.
And then, before Cedar had thought too hard about his observations of Alexander Greengrass, it had become an expected thing for them to sit together in the library, reading in peaceful silence. It was comfortable. Cedar felt like he could finally have peace and quiet in stupid Hogwarts.
Cedar kept watching Greengrass, kept reading in the library every day. He never spoke a word.
XX â
Cedar sits for far too long a moment without responding to Alexander Greengrass.
They've been sitting together in complete silence nearly every day for... a year? Almost? Never in that one year has Greengrass spoke to him, and Cedar has no desire to initiate a conversation.
But then, out of nowhere, Greengrass flops indelicately onto the table and asks Cedar to kill him.
"I might do you the favor," Cedar repies coolly, "depends on why your mum's after you."
A calm, calculated answer, on the outside. Internally, Cedar was panicking a little. What kind of response was that? A friendly one, sure. But does he really want to talk to Greengrass? This is his only real quiet time, unless he stays up late to study in the Gryffindor Tower sitting room.
And sure, it'd be rude not to reply, but since when does Cedar Peverell want to make friends?
Since now, apparently.
Cedar wouldn't have thought that posh asshole Alexander Greengrass would later turn out to not only not be that much of a posh asshole, but the person he's most comfortable sitting next to.
First impressions clearly aren't everything.
The Sorting Hat had been right to call Cedar a watcher. He was always watching other students from the shadows, unnoticed, filing away every hidden thing he saw. Learning the truth of people was interesting as hell, though it often left him more than a little disappointed in others.
Cedar quickly discovered there were an awful lot of liars in the world.
Alexander Greengrass was one of them, but surprisingly, his lies were almost honorable.
After the third time he caught Greengrass tying a panicked first year's shoes in a dark hall, Cedar pretty much abandoned his original opinion of the guy, because clearly he'd missed something.
That didn't make it any less awkward the first time Greengrass sat next to him, though.
They'd sat there in a dark, otherwise empty corner of the library, open books between them like a brick wall. Greengrass didn't ask permission to sit or ask him to leave. Cedar kept reading.
And then, before Cedar had thought too hard about his observations of Alexander Greengrass, it had become an expected thing for them to sit together in the library, reading in peaceful silence. It was comfortable. Cedar felt like he could finally have peace and quiet in stupid Hogwarts.
Cedar kept watching Greengrass, kept reading in the library every day. He never spoke a word.
XX â
Cedar sits for far too long a moment without responding to Alexander Greengrass.
They've been sitting together in complete silence nearly every day for... a year? Almost? Never in that one year has Greengrass spoke to him, and Cedar has no desire to initiate a conversation.
But then, out of nowhere, Greengrass flops indelicately onto the table and asks Cedar to kill him.
"I might do you the favor," Cedar repies coolly, "depends on why your mum's after you."
A calm, calculated answer, on the outside. Internally, Cedar was panicking a little. What kind of response was that? A friendly one, sure. But does he really want to talk to Greengrass? This is his only real quiet time, unless he stays up late to study in the Gryffindor Tower sitting room.
And sure, it'd be rude not to reply, but since when does Cedar Peverell want to make friends?
Since now, apparently.