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Eli’s eyes rolled as Ezra protested against the Slytherin’s words. “I thought that the truth was always better than a lie.” He couldn’t care less about sparing the feelings of people he barely knew. He might have thought twice about saying it to those he did care for but he didn’t actually know any Hufflepuffs so that was redundant anyway. “You have your opinion and I have mine.” He might’ve sounded diplomatic but really he was bored of the argument they were having over a house that neither of them belonged to.
Elias was more concerned over the chaos that Evander could cause without thinking. The boy was reckless beyond relief, a trait that was alarmingly absent from the older boys considering that vigilance and patience and meticulous planning had been drilled into them from a young age. “If Evander thought in general. He’s going to do something so incredibly stupid and WE are going to get the blame for not paying attention to him.” Hardly fair but that was the hierarchy. Sorry Ezra but as the eldest, he was the MOST responsible.
Arguably those ancestors weren’t entirely gone. They lived on through portraits and spirits and the overwhelming pressure of their legacy and they might not have been able to physically torment them but they were still there in his mind and seeing their graves was not an activity that the Slytherin enjoyed. Elias didn’t know what he was trying to achieve with his hair but it certainly wasn’t ‘approachable’, it was quite the opposite. He liked it though, he liked doing something that his Grandfather might not have approved of when he was far away from his disappointed eyes. The second they went home, the hair was swiftly slicked back and styled neatly. “I’d hardly say that my hair was the reason that people are intimidated by me. However it’s working so far” In that Eli’s friendship group was small and exclusive and mostly consisted of acquaintances whose presence he could tolerate for longer than a minute.
“Fortunately for you, I’d rather not be sent to detention for something as trivial as sibling rivalry.” That didn’t mean he couldn’t do it, but rather that he wouldn’t.
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