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Fighting Back
One-shot

A scene that I have no clue if I’m in‘A Little Bird’s Tale’. Takes place after Prushia’s picture of Marcellus scaring Rayven with the snake.

Warning for: language and very slight shounen-ai/yaoi.

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Rayven found himself in a secure but open space to curl up after being terrified by a snake spell that Marcellus had fired at him earlier that. Four hours curled up in a ball trying to keep himself from thinking of the terrible memories of his past. He sat up and wiped the stray tears from his face and stared at himself in the mirror that was conveniently placed inside the room. His eyes were red from crying and he could see how blood shot they were, even from the distance he was from the mirror. With a new found conviction, Rayven stood and strode out of the vacant classroom in search of a certain brown haired Slytherin.

He had put up with Marcy’s shit for two long.

Sure he actually didn’t care about the light teasing and even relished in the attention Marcellus briefly gave him. These major pranks were becoming too often and Rayven was sick of it. He had more respect for himself than this and he was pissed that he’d let it get this far because he was in love with the other boy. He fought off everyone except Marcellus and he was tired of not defending himself and letting Marcy walk all over him.

He strode on letting his body navigate the halls and find where Marcellus was currently located. He had such a weird ability to find someone if he just wandered about thinking of who or what he wanted to find. People gave him a lot of space as he walked down the halls, some even shoving into each other so not to get in his way. He’d found that the only time someone didn’t want to pick on him was when he was angry. It didn’t happen often but Hiro had told him on a number of occasions that he was terrifying when angry, even Shimmer stayed away from him when he was angry.

Walking into the library, he immediately strode toward the table which three people sat. Marcellus, Flint, and the blonde hoe that loved hanging off Marcellus’s arm every chance she got. He was surprised Marcy wasn’t hanging out with Lucas, seeing as Marcellus wasn’t a total fan of the other Slytherins. And though he had nothing against Flint he glared at all of them with a killing look that had people around them skittering out of range. Even Madam Pince, the librarian, didn’t say anything to him as he strode over.

Flint, however, was the first to notice the Ravenclaw glowering as he made his way over. He took in his rumpled appearance and red and bloodshot eyes and came to the correct conclusion, his mistake was voicing it. “Did the baby birdie cry because of a tiny little snake.”

Rayven’s gaze cut to the darker haired boy, his eyes narrowing making the glowing red seem much more menacing. “Shut your fucking Pureblood mouth or I’ll hex you neon colors for a damn month. You have not been given permission to call me that.” He watched as the boy went to open his mouth but cut him off venom dripping from his words, “…and if that doesn’t give enough incentive I’ll provide you with a trip to the hospital wing for free.” He cut his gaze to the blonde bint who looked ready to say something as well, “If so much as one fucking word comes out of your prim and proper mouth I’ll hex you permanently bald!” He stated prim and proper sarcastically stressing his dislike for her.

Feeling both were effectively cowed Rayven turned to the source of his ire. Said boy was looking at him with slightly wide eyes and mouth slightly ajar, which didn’t surprise Rayven at all seeing as Marcellus had never seen fight back much less glare at him in seething rage.

“Marcellus Sovrano.” he didn’t shout the name or say it loudly like he’d done while talking to the other Slytherins. He said it in a quiet but clear and angry tone, after all he just wanted to make a point he didn’t want to drive the other boy away. “I have no inkling as to why I put up with you.” which was a lie, he knew but he also knew if he let on to that bit of information he would have a bigger problem on his hands. “You have been harassing me for years and I’m tired of just taking it. I am outraged that I let it get this far. I truly don’t care if you want to make fun of me. Or call me names or hex me. It doesn't matter. But if you EVER throw a snake at me again I will not hold back from hexing you!”

His point made Rayven spun around and walked out of the library, leaving a bunch of stunned and scared students gaping after him.

Description
Fighting Back
One-shot

A scene that I have no clue if I’m in‘A Little Bird’s Tale’. Takes place after Prushia’s picture of Marcellus scaring Rayven with the snake.

Warning for: language and very slight shounen-ai/yaoi.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Rayven found himself in a secure but open space to curl up after being terrified by a snake spell that Marcellus had fired at him earlier that. Four hours curled up in a ball trying to keep himself from thinking of the terrible memories of his past. He sat up and wiped the stray tears from his face and stared at himself in the mirror that was conveniently placed inside the room. His eyes were red from crying and he could see how blood shot they were, even from the distance he was from the mirror. With a new found conviction, Rayven stood and strode out of the vacant classroom in search of a certain brown haired Slytherin.

He had put up with Marcy’s shit for two long.

Sure he actually didn’t care about the light teasing and even relished in the attention Marcellus briefly gave him. These major pranks were becoming too often and Rayven was sick of it. He had more respect for himself than this and he was pissed that he’d let it get this far because he was in love with the other boy. He fought off everyone except Marcellus and he was tired of not defending himself and letting Marcy walk all over him.

He strode on letting his body navigate the halls and find where Marcellus was currently located. He had such a weird ability to find someone if he just wandered about thinking of who or what he wanted to find. People gave him a lot of space as he walked down the halls, some even shoving into each other so not to get in his way. He’d found that the only time someone didn’t want to pick on him was when he was angry. It didn’t happen often but Hiro had told him on a number of occasions that he was terrifying when angry, even Shimmer stayed away from him when he was angry.

Walking into the library, he immediately strode toward the table which three people sat. Marcellus, Flint, and the blonde hoe that loved hanging off Marcellus’s arm every chance she got. He was surprised Marcy wasn’t hanging out with Lucas, seeing as Marcellus wasn’t a total fan of the other Slytherins. And though he had nothing against Flint he glared at all of them with a killing look that had people around them skittering out of range. Even Madam Pince, the librarian, didn’t say anything to him as he strode over.

Flint, however, was the first to notice the Ravenclaw glowering as he made his way over. He took in his rumpled appearance and red and bloodshot eyes and came to the correct conclusion, his mistake was voicing it. “Did the baby birdie cry because of a tiny little snake.”

Rayven’s gaze cut to the darker haired boy, his eyes narrowing making the glowing red seem much more menacing. “Shut your fucking Pureblood mouth or I’ll hex you neon colors for a damn month. You have not been given permission to call me that.” He watched as the boy went to open his mouth but cut him off venom dripping from his words, “…and if that doesn’t give enough incentive I’ll provide you with a trip to the hospital wing for free.” He cut his gaze to the blonde bint who looked ready to say something as well, “If so much as one fucking word comes out of your prim and proper mouth I’ll hex you permanently bald!” He stated prim and proper sarcastically stressing his dislike for her.

Feeling both were effectively cowed Rayven turned to the source of his ire. Said boy was looking at him with slightly wide eyes and mouth slightly ajar, which didn’t surprise Rayven at all seeing as Marcellus had never seen fight back much less glare at him in seething rage.

“Marcellus Sovrano.” he didn’t shout the name or say it loudly like he’d done while talking to the other Slytherins. He said it in a quiet but clear and angry tone, after all he just wanted to make a point he didn’t want to drive the other boy away. “I have no inkling as to why I put up with you.” which was a lie, he knew but he also knew if he let on to that bit of information he would have a bigger problem on his hands. “You have been harassing me for years and I’m tired of just taking it. I am outraged that I let it get this far. I truly don’t care if you want to make fun of me. Or call me names or hex me. It doesn't matter. But if you EVER throw a snake at me again I will not hold back from hexing you!”

His point made Rayven spun around and walked out of the library, leaving a bunch of stunned and scared students gaping after him.