dieter is a trampasaurus rex (dieter) wrote in enemies_rpg, @ 2013-01-09 20:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1943-01] january, algernon selwyn, dieter lestrange |
Who: Dieter Lestrange and Algernon Selwyn
Where: A corridor near Slytherin common room
When: Before dinner, Jan 9th
What: Bickering.
Rating/Status: PG / Complete
Algie hadn't wanted to spend his Wednesday afternoon in detention, of all places, but when he'd forgotten yet another homework assignment, she'd sent him away with a, "You give me no choice, Mr Selwyn." Technically, she'd had a choice, but he still spent his free period with Pringle in the dungeons instead of in Gryffindor tower. The end of it saw him trudging, arms sore, looking for a stairwell in the deserted lower levels of the castle. Of course they were deserted. Even the Slytherins didn't necessarily choose to live in the dank dungeons. He sighed and rubbed at his forearm, stopping to pull his arm across his body in a stretch. At least his daily workout was done. Dieter hadn't been able to sulk about all day like he'd have preferred, considering he had to go to class. But during free period he lurked around, glaring at anyone who dared to smile or laugh in his general direction. Whoever had set his head ablaze was going to suffer, possibly a real fire, just for the poetry. He was finally heading back down to the dungeons to find Alphard and Thalia when he caught sight of his top suspect. And they had been getting along so well. "Selwyn." "Lestrange," came the curt response. Algie folded his arms over his chest. With his sleeves still rolled up from detention, he flexed his arms ever-so-slightly and hoped his muscles looked menacing. His posturing didn't last long, however, because the memory of Dieter's head on fire came rushing to mind. In recent days, Algernon had legitimately felt sorry for the boy he hated. It was hard to keep hating someone when they talked about how they felt broken and sad and betrayed by their friends -- but the show at breakfast had been funny. Algie cracked a smile. "Nice to see you haven't been fried." He sighed loudly and crossed his arms, chewing on the inside of his cheek to keep from shouting as he narrowed his eyes. He could think of a few people that would want to set him on fire, it was just a matter of figuring it out. Really it was probably Dearborn or some other ridiculous upstart. But it wouldn't hurt to ask. "It didn't even hurt. I imagine you didn't have anything to do with it. Seems like a tough spell for someone like you." He smiled as he spoke. It was good to be back to normal after an emotional few days, especially with Selwyn. Algie was suddenly conscious of his wand at his hip, and his eyes glanced down for a moment. He wanted to reach for it and prove that he could, in fact, light someone's hair on fire harmlessly, but Dieter was right. He didn't know the spell. Instead, he glared. "Looked like it was tough for you to disspell. Did you like having the chance to shove Reuben's sister?" Rolling his eyes, he looked around the corridor. Empty. Of course all of the Gryffindors would take offense to him shoving the Longbottom girl. Chivalry. "Of course I don't like shoving little girls," he said. He started to continue down to the dungeons and stopped as a question floated up into his head. "What are you doing down here anyway? Come to get revenge for Longbottom's sister?" "Having a butterbeer with Pringle," Algie said flippantly. Detention, obviously. He took several long strides closer to Dieter. "But since you're around, I might as well avenge her. Only problem is, I don't like shoving little girls either." "Well this is tense," Dieter said, giving Algernon a hard look before shaking his head and trying to shove past him, his hand drifting towards the pocket he kept his wand in. "Don't try anything stupid, Selwyn," he added dismissively. "I'm not in the mood." As Dieter pushed past him, Algie reached out and grabbed him by the shirt collar. He didn't like to be dismissed, and he preferred to have the last word in these arguments. "You'd know all about pulling stupid shit, wouldn't you?" he growled. As badly as he wanted to hex Algie in the moment he was jerked back into the conversation, he managed to refrain. Instead, he smirked, grabbed Algie's wrist and shook his head. "I'd let go of me if I were smart. I mean, I know you're not, strictly speaking, smart... but you could at least try." Tightening his grip on Dieter's collar, Algie contradicted himself and shoved, pushing Dieter into the cold stone wall. He pressed his forearm into Dieter's neck. He remembered, briefly, the time that he pinned Dieter outside of Fletwock's stables. "Call me stupid again, I dare you." It was rare for Dieter to be completely caught by surprise, at least when he was sober, so the look of bewilderment he gave Algie was completely sincere. He couldn't even think to call him stupid, all he could see was the proximity -- or lack of it, really -- between them as he felt himself going red. "Let me go, Algernon." Algernon responded not by letting go, but instead by shoving again. As far as he could tell, he had the upper hand. No reason to let Dieter go now, except that he too was aware of the close contact between them. It wasn't that different from when he would wrestle with Reuben, he thought -- except it was. Algie knew that Dieter liked men. They'd had conversations about it. Long one. "What, you don't like this?" he taunted. "Close and personal with the second-fittest bloke at Hogwarts?" He hit the wall again and groaned a little, closing his eyes tightly and taking a deep breath. He didn't like this, this wasn't comfortable. Second fittest or whatever else he wanted to gloat about, this wasn't the position he'd expect anyone to want to be in with a known homosexual and he especially didn't want to be this vulnerable around Selwyn. "No. I really don't," he finally said through clenched teeth, trying to push Algie's arm away. "Let go, this isn't fu-" Dieter didn't get to finish because Algie cut him off -- with his mouth. He tightened his grip on Dieter's collar, roughly shoving closer. He hadn't intended to do it, hadn't wanted to, but in the moment, it just seemed like the only thing he could do, confirming what Algie had suspected and even feared about himself for months. It didn't even make sense that he would want to kiss someone that he hated. Shock paralyzed Dieter and his first impulse was, bafflingly, to return the kiss, dropping his hands back to his sides. He couldn't breathe or think or move. Aloysius had been onto something, the question Dieter had been too afraid to ask the past few days had just answered itself. It took a moment for his brain to kick back in and he managed to shove Algie back hard. "What the fuck?" Stumbling back, Algie wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. Dieter had verbalized exactly what he thought. He wasn't sure what had come over him, and, now that they were apart, he felt embarrassed and wrong. "I -- I don't know," he stuttered. He shoved Dieter back into the wall, one last time, before turning to ran down the hallway, away. Dieter took a deep shuddering breath. He didn't know what to make of that. Algie Selwyn had just kissed him instead of punching him. And then he'd ran. It was an odd sensation because no matter how much he hated Algernon, he'd enjoyed that for a second. Turning, he slouched off to the dungeons. |