House Hydra: Ashton & Barclay & Open
Even in Iceland, Ashton had read the tales of Robin Hood, and he gave a nod, at last seeing the connection between the costume and the description of the character. He though Barclay made a fitting Robin Hood, but kept that to himself, particularly when the witch ordered him to stand. Resenting the fact that he obeyed more than the command itself, Ashton remained still while the other student circled him. He crossed his arms over his chest and frowned, turning his head to watch Barclay, awaiting his return with a growing curiosity.
"You--" Ashton's protest was stopped by the cigarette Barclay placed between his lips, then the shirt that was pulled over his head. He was growing more frustrated, having not a clue what the witch was attempting to do, and he pushed at the boy's hand in his hair with an irritable growl, the scowl definitely in place.
"Who is James Dean?" Swiping the cigarette from his mouth, Ashton eyed it curiously, turning it against the pads of his fingers.