On most occasions, Paulie was fully capable of handling the ridiculousness that was Chase Harper. Usually, it was harmless and silly. Even when Dylan got involved on the rare occasions when she did so, things never got too far out of hand. He was accustomed to teasing and all of that, even the times when the teasing went a bit too far. However, he was not at all a fan of this recent decision of Chase’s that he was more concerned with Cassandra than his own family. Paulie loved Cass, to be sure, but he spent just as much of his attention on her as he always had. Family came first, to be sure, regardless of the fact that he was working towards making Cassandra a part of that.
But who in their right mind would want to be a part of such a ridiculous family? He was bad enough, but Cass didn’t seem to mind. However, Chase and Dylan were taking things too far. It wasn’t as though he’d just ignored them and their injuries completely. He’d checked in and asked Pomfrey about them. He’d made sure that they weren’t seriously hurt, but Cassandra was in a coma and most of her bones were broken. Regardless of his love for her, she was still his best friend and he deserved the right to keep a close eye on her without having his actions scrutinized. It was stupid.
So, Paulie Harper was pissed. It was a rare occurrence, really. He’d closed his journal after awhile, annoyed and frustrated with the fact that apparently he’d been deemed so horrible, and stuck his feet in some shoes before venturing out of his common room for a walk. He still had on his uniform, but it was a bit wrinkled and disheveled from sitting around, the shirt untucked and the sleeves rolled up past his elbows. He dug his hands in his pocket as he walked, coming upon a familiar figure in the quiet glass hallway. He sighed, settling himself beside her. “Long day, yeah?”