Ignatius Travers (eater) wrote in disorderic, @ 2018-01-27 21:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | gawain robards, ignatius travers |
WHO: Gawain Robards and IDK Travers.
WHAT: Elevator conversations!
WHEN: 1990.
WHERE: Ministry of Magic!
WARNINGS: Nah :)
After an exhausting day being run into the ground by the instructors of the Auror training program, Gawain, clad in a cool dragonhide jacket, jammed a finger into the lift’s call button and waited impatiently. Even if the day was another strenuous day from hell it was Friday, and the nineteen year old Auror trainee was eager to get out and have some fun. “These lifts are so slow,” he lamented as he heard footsteps approaching. “Perhaps, Robards, you just need to learn to have some patience.” Striding towards the lift, Ignatius slowed as he found himself next to his fellow Auror trainee. He casually crossed his arms across his chest as he leaned against the wall and considered Gawain. “They’ve been trying to teach us, but I guess the lesson hasn’t stuck for you.” Ugh, Gawain barely managed to hide his contempt for Ignatius Travers, notable asshat with a stupidly handsome face. The two mixed like oil and water for seven years of Hogwarts, and even now their rivalry hadn’t abated at all. “That they have,” Gawain retorted, drawing himself up to his full height and leaning on the wall opposite of Travers. “Do you believe you’ve learned patience, then?” “I’m very patient.” Ignatius cocked his head slightly, giving him a once over. He wasn’t sure, himself, if he was entirely sold on becoming an Auror but much of the training was intriguing enough. Observation was an important skill, and he grinned slow and catlike. “It’s clearly one of the many things I’m better at than you.” “You’re something alright,” Gawain retorted while focusing on keeping his tone even despite his conflicted feelings towards the other man. Ignoring that smile, the former Hufflepuff pressed on the other point: “Is that what you’re telling yourself these days, Travers?” “That I’m better than you?” Ignatius didn’t wait for confirmation before continuing. “I don’t need to tell myself that. It’s a statement of fact, inevitable and obvious. I doubt you’ll concede the point any time soon, but it doesn’t make it any less true.” Gawain couldn’t contain the derisive snort at Travers’ words. “Oh come now.” The dragonhide made that lovely sound as he moved his position slightly, straining. “That hasn’t ever been true and it’s not going to begin now. It doesn’t matter how sauve you are — think you are. Moody can see through it.” Ignatius laughed. He wasn’t particularly concerned about Moody, but he did notice the correction in Gawain’s words and he watched as the other man tried to be cool in his dragonhide jacket. He didn’t think it really worked, but he supposed he’d let Gawain have his illusions on that matter. “I am suave. Nice that you’ve noticed.” Gawain rolled his eyes. “Yes, I have keen observational skills. They’re required by the job.” “You were bound to have a quality or two,” Ignatius admitted, almost grudgingly. The door to the lift finally opened and Ignatius made his way inside, holding the door open. “Are you coming?” Stepping inside the elevator and taking the side opposite of his former classmate, Gawain eyed him. “Did that hurt to admit?” “Not particularly. I can admit that you aren’t completely incompetent or you wouldn’t be here and I certainly wouldn’t bother talking to you.” Gawain blinked. “I see.” That wasn’t the answer he was expecting. It was almost — almost — a compliment. “You’re being kinder today, Ignatius.” Ignatius laughed before he could help himself, leaning casually against the wall of the lift. “Is it making you uncomfortable, Robards?” Flustered for a moment, Gawain shrugged trying to overstate how casual he was. “You’re up to something.” There was a lengthy moment as Ignatius looked at Gawain, a steady gaze as his catlike smile reappeared. He let the silence build, hoping that it was making the other man uncomfortable. Hoping that it was making him unsettled. It was awfully fun to see him squirm. He waited until the door of the lift opened, pausing in the doorway to glance back. “Have a good weekend, Gawain.” “You as well, Ignatius,” Gawain said, desperately trying — and failing — to have himself flutter. Fucking Travers. It was hard to keep his eyes from lingering on Ignatius’s retreating form. |