dieter is a trampasaurus rex (dieter) wrote in enemies_rpg, @ 2013-03-25 12:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1943-03] march, dieter lestrange, hephestus crabbe |
Who: Hef Crabbe and Dieter Lestrange
Where: The Library
When: Monday afternoon
What: Dieter tries to divert these Heir of Slytherin rumors (feel free to have heard him any random person in the library), with a rumor of his own.
Rating: PG / Complete
Dieter was in the library. For once he was really studying instead of pretending to study and reading illicit books he'd lifted from the Restricted Section. He didn't have OWLs or NEWTs but he knew that his father would have him for not making good marks. Plus, everyone left him alone when he was out and about in the castle. Which made studying outside of the common room both appealing and peaceful. Except for the whispers. Those he could live without. Dieter liked attention but not this constant pressing hiss that seemed to follow him. No matter what happened, it seemed to be there. He couldn't hide out in the common room forever, though. He sighed loudly and two first year girls ran out from behind the bookshelf at the noise. Rolling his eyes, he set down his book. Hef couldn't help but notice how closely Dieter was seated to him, there in the library. Hephestus Crabbe had left the soporific warmth of Gryffindor tower in order to accomplish his studying without any interruptions, but the presence of Dieter Lestrange proved just as distracting. When Dieter set his book down, Hef couldn't help but peer at the other boy, hopeful of catching his eye. In his head, Hef imagined any number of conversations that they could have and how he might introduce himself if Dieter looked at him. But what if he screwed it up? Hef worried over it for several minutes before raising his own book up and blocking Dieter from his sight, determined not to say anything. A few minutes later, he glanced over at Dieter. Having found some small store of plucky courage from the deepest depths of his body, Hephestus raised his hand in a slight wave-like gesture. "Hi, Lestrange," he said as quietly as he could. This was the library, after all. Dieter looked up at the hiss of his name and saw the fifth year looking over at him. He smiled and waved while the boy's name came to mind. Crabbe, right? Probably Crabbe. He was a nice chap, Dieter thought. Never caused a fuss, shame about the whole Gryffindor thing. Not that being a Gryffindor completely ruined his opinion of someone, let's be honest. "All right, Crabbe?" he asked casually, gesturing to the empty chair beside him, if the boy wanted to talk. Scrambling to gather his things and join Dieter before he could change his mind, Hef grinned. He sat down in the chair and nodded. "Yeah, I'm all right," he said. There was a pause as he thought of what to say next. It occurred to him that it would be nice to ask Dieter how he was doing. "And you? I mean,there's all of this Heir of Slytherin stuff." There was a lingering question to his words, a question which glittered in his expression as he looked to Dieter. He didn't just mean the Mudbloods being turned to frozen, unmoving statues. "I've been better," he said with a dismissive shrug. It was vague enough to be true and still a satisfying answer for the casual conversationalist. But he sensed Hef's question and chose to think on it for a second. Obviously he wasn't the heir of Slytherin -- if only -- and he was tired of the rumors to the contrary. "Yeah it's interesting stuff, heir of Slytherin and all that." Another shrug. "So it's not you, then?" Hef blurted out without thinking. He instantly regretted it and clapped a hand over his mouth, none too gently, as though he were punishing himself. "I mean," he said again, muffled behind his hand. "I'm just being- Yeah, that's- You don't have to answer that. That's- Stupid," he finished, lamely. Dieter resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the exclamation. Of course people thought that, so. "No, it's not me." He wondered how to turn this in his favor -- there had to be a good way to go about this. "I heard..." he tried to act like he was letting Hef in on some kind of secret. "I heard that the Heir of Slytherin is actually a ghost. That's why no one could figure out what's going on." He blinked. "A ghost, like the Bloody Baron?" There was an edge of panic to his voice and his eyes widened a bit. Hef was rather afraid of the Bloody Baron. And of course he would suspect it to be the Bloody Baron; he was the ghost of Slytherin house after all and rumored to have been taught by Slytherin himself. He'd never heard of Slytherin having a son, either a baron or not, but history had never been Hef's forte to begin with. "Wow," he added, after consideration. "Maybe. Probably not the Baron, that's just too obvious isn't it?" He smirked and shrugged, pretty pleased with how easily Hef seemed to be taking this story in. Dieter did love spreading rumors, and it always helped further his own interests to cast doubt on this theory that he was the Heir of Slytherin. "Maybe something like Peeves just made up the Heir of Slytherin stuff for a laugh." He shrugged. "I've got to run, though. Have a great day, Hef," he added with a smirk. "See you," Hef said hopefully, and then bowed his head, smiling to himself a little. Dieter Lestrange was just so cool, even if he said he wasn't the Heir of Slytherin. |