Jump to content
Sign in to follow this  
Robin Corelli-Rose

So look me in the eyes, tell me what you see

Recommended Posts

Robin Corelli-Rose

I hope a dog bites you.

 

His own voice echoed back to him, loud and stark as a clocktower bell in an empty city square. He'd said that; it didn't matter that the words had come out of his mouth without his permission, they'd come from him and he couldn't take them back. Worse yet, he didn't want to. He'd gotten so angry, that... his words were weapons. Robin stopped running, his breath trailing behind before catching up to him and slamming into his lungs. He gasped, his fists clenching and relaxing as the realization forced all the oxygen out again. His words were the weapons now, with all the power of his emotions behind them.

 

I hope a dog bites you.

 

Robin hadn't even stayed to see what kind of impact his words would have. True, he hadn't wanted to - he'd wanted to be as hurtful as possible. for the girl to feel at least half as much fear as his turned friends, and instead he might have done more damage to his friends than good. What would Kay say if she'd heard that? Or Pandora? He realized too, then, that he didn't know them well enough to be sure of what their answer would be. It was a moment of weakness and it showed. Weaker still was that he couldn't admit what he'd said to his either of his turned friends yet. Not yet; he was too ashamed.

 

What he needed was-- Lindy. His sister could judge him true, and tell him if what he'd done was wrong or right, and love him no matter which. 

 

Only, he had no idea where she was and the castle was huge. She could be in the Hufflepuff dorms, or the kitchens, or in class, or - or outside, or - 


Robin squeezed his eyes and tried to will his growing desperation down. That same weightiness that preceded tears welled up again instead. He squeezed harder, until he saw fireworks behind his lids. Lindy, where are you?

 

In response he heard: I hope a dog bites you.

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
Lindy Rose

With the intensity of the new rules in light of the attacks, it was hard to stay optimistic. With the new curfews, even Prefects couldn't do their usual patrols, so Lindy didn't even know what she was supposed to do anymore. Thankfully, OWLs loomed on the horizon, so Lindy threw herself into preparing for that. It included a lot of flash cards, talking to herself, and isolation. Which was hard to do as a Prefect in the common room, and it wasn't like professors and staff members were okay with them taking time to themselves. Hell, if she was caught any of the various times that she had been in an unused classroom, alone and in the dark, Lindy was sure they would've punished her appropriately.

 

Still, Lindy needed silence to cram as much information as she could about her classes. 

 

A silence that she had achieved, but was broken by a familiar set of footsteps. There were thousands of students, some whom probably had a similar footfall to her brother, but it was an instinct Lindy had that she accepted: knowing when her siblings were there and needed her. So she stood, opening the door to the classroom, and looked down the hallways.

 

"Robin?" she called out, seeing the familiar head of curly hair down one end of the hallway, his entire stance showing so many feelings Lindy hated seeing in her brother. "What's wrong?" she asked, stepping towards him and opening her arms for him to fall into. Their family had always taught them that no matter what the problem, solving it could wait til after they got a good hug.  

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
Robin Corelli-Rose

Lindy’s was the most welcome voice he’d ward that day and Robin readily flung himself into the protection of her arms. He’d willed for her to be close and she, as if summoned from the depths of his heart, opened the door only a couple bounds from where he’d stopped. Maybe it was a fluke; maybe it was his weirdness, or the sort of magic that Lindy seemed to possess - being able to always know the right thing to say, do, and the places to be. 

 

Robin didn’t care which it was, but rather was phenomenally glad that he didn’t have to go looking for her. The castle was entirely too big to search and his emotions had been stretched dangerously thin.

 

He shuddered in her embrace for a moment, fighting did calm. He could tell his sister; she was a fair judge and he would tell her everything. A small but proud part of him seethed that he’d done nothing wrong - that he’d certainly said nothing worse than what those horrible Gryffindors had said, but a much larger part of him whispered that he felt so dreadful about that one sentence for a reason, and that reason was that that horrible little hope he had should never be wished by someone who’s words could bring about very real and physical consequences.

 

“I got angry,” he mumbled, pulling away at last. “And I said that I...” his voice got progressively more quiet, “hoped someone was bitten by a dog. Not a wolf - or a werewolf - but just a dog.” Maybe a little context was necessary? “A couple older Gryffindors were being horrible about the werewolf students, and I wanted to...” Give them something to be afraid of. “...show them what it’s like to be afraid for the rest of their lives.”

 

And then, bravely, he looked up at Lindy.

Edited by Robin Corelli-Rose

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
Lindy Rose

Lindy had to admit, there had to be some sort of familial magic that hadn't been quite discovered by the witches and wizards of the United Kingdom. It was the only way to explain ... well, anything about her relationship with Robin, to say the least. They had chosen each other from the get go, just two kids in a mildly terrifying place surrounded by adults with different agendas, and they'd found each other in the chaos. There had to be something magical in all of that, Lindy was sure of it.

 

And that's how they always seemed to be in just the right place at just the right time when they needed each other.

 

She kissed the top of Robin's head, eyes closed as she waited for him to be able to tell her what he needed to. Her eyebrow raised, gentle but curious, when Robin started talking. When he had strong emotions, it was always a sign of something to come, something that maybe needed fixing or just a bit of a smooth over. It was something her mother had brought up once, when Robin was still new to the family, and Lindy never forgot that. Robin was a bundle of emotions, and sometimes that was a lot and it was okay if it was. Evanna had admitted to approaching Lindy with the same mindset when she was young too. 

 

Lindy listened, nibbling the inside of her cheek as she processed what Robin was telling her. A dog. It was a term used for the werewolf cubs in a way that was not so pleasant, which she was sure wasn't what Robin meant, but clearly, it still hit him with a pang of guilt to have used it as an attack, otherwise he wouldn't have been so frenetic when she saw him. 

 

"Are you afraid of getting bitten by a dog?" she asked, her words careful and soft. She didn't want Robin to think he was being judged, but she wanted to know where his thoughts and feelings were. "Fear is a powerful thing, and it's easy to want to exploit it," she continued, not sure if this was even the discussion they needed to be having. Where were their parents with their infinite wisdom and abilities to read a room with a single word? 

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
Sign in to follow this  

×

Important Information

We have placed cookies on your device to help make this website better. You can adjust your cookie settings, otherwise we'll assume you're okay to continue.