Post by Lucas Hartwell on Mar 16, 2018 3:50:54 GMT
Lucas really didn't know what happened to his shoes. It was very possible they had taken them from him, but he didn't care too much. Or they had come loose during he scuffle and had fallen off when escaping. "We really don't have to." He stated. Why was she so insistent on this. It really didn't matter. "There's no principle to going to get them just to get them. No need to get in trouble over a stupid pair of shoes." They were stiff and uncomfortable. He had only worn them because he wanted to make it look like he had worn them if his father even remembered he had given them to Lucas. Of course Lucas was sure he at least make a comment about the less than perfect shoes Lucas would prefer to wear. "They can keep them for all I care."
"They get bored eventually." They usually did. Of course then they would remember their mission seemed to be to make his life horrible in school and go back to it. It was a cycle. But not anything he wasn't used to. He stood where he was, unmoving, watching her walk off. Maybe if he didn't follow her, she'd forget what she had been planning and abandon her plans. But it didn't seem to be the case when she turned around in a huff. "It's really not important to me, so I'd prefer us to do nothing."
"Yes we do have to." Amelia insisted on correcting him in a 'not messing around' sort of voice marching across the lawn. She was determined to get Lucas' shoes back even though she didn't really know him so well. She couldn't let injustices like sneaker theft stand. The big picking on the small for no reason at all. Real Robin Hood type sh**. "You can't just let people go on picking on you your whole life." She frowned, still continuing her march but not looking at him. Man, must be a Ravenclaw thing to let people get away with nonsense. Amelia swore she would never be like that and as such she would stand out for folks who couldn't... Or wouldn't.
"It's not about if you have extra shoes or money dude. It's about not taking things that aren't yours. It's about not stepping on the little guy just for fun." With a huff and accusatory eyes she turned around to look at him annoyed by his weak indifference and the fact that he had stopped following her. "Why don't you stand up for yourself?" She frowned, both hands moving to either of her hips. "Do you want to be their lightning rod of hate for your whole time at this school?" Wasn't he a third year? This submissive behavior didn't seem right. He was practically a teenage boy if not already! "Come with me and lets go get your stuff back." She implored with big brown eyes. But what if he said no? Well, then she supposed she would have to do it alone.
Post by Lucas Hartwell on Mar 25, 2018 3:06:48 GMT
"There is nothing to say we have to." His legs had him following her, just to try and keep her from doing something he saw as unwise. He really didn't need those dress shoes. They were ill fitting, and his sneakers were much better to wear. He could always try and spin a story to his father that he had given them to another student when they got a little too small in order to appear benevolent. His dad didn't care if he really was benevolent, just how he appeared. "They get bored, and then I can keep going on my way. Fighting back just prolongs them annoying me." Of course if only ignoring the bully worked with his father. No with that man he really had no way to avoid the beatings. Those kids stealing his shoes or shoving him was nothing.
"Fighting back just causes more problems, okay? It always has for me." He didn't even know how to stand up for himself. He just knew that if he tried to stand up for himself he usually ran into problems. "I don't stand up for myself because when I have in the past it has just made the situation worse. I can avoid them or just ignore them and eventually they get bored. Nothing else to say about it." It was just the logical connection for him to make based on past experiences. Sure maybe he was being too logical, but that's what he was. "They've always moved on eventually." They just came back after breaks. What he wanted was to be left alone, but he had found quiet in certain places. "I really don't need the shoes back, okay?"
"Well, you're wrong." She stated simply giving up on swaying him to feel any other way. If he was going to insist on being a scaredy cat, which seemed to be the case, she would take care of things herself. "Maybe for you because you're not doing it right. I don't know but enough is enough." She huffed marching across the lawn and right back to the two older boys.
"Well, well, well... Look who it is."
"Back for a beating?"
"Give that kid back his shoes right now." Amelia insisted with narrowed, unforgiving eyes pointing back at Lucas whether he was behind her or not. "I don't have all day." She announced more loudly, fishing her hand into her jean pocket she pulled out her wand. "Right now or else." She ignored their cackles as she bravely pointed all 13 inches of chestnut with a core of phoenix father right under their noses. As a first year, and a muggle born at that, her magic wasn't really up to par. Even close. Still it was just as dangerous as someone who knew what they were doing for the simple fact that it was very likely that she would muck something up. "Now! Ok?!"
It was then one of the boys wrapped their arm around her neck pinning her against them. She grimaced and struggled against his tight hold. "Let go!" She demanded, trying to stomp on his foot but he grit his teeth and bared it.
"You're lucky you're a girl or you'd be dead." The Slytherin boy pushed her down and then tossed the shoes in front of her. "Here. Take them. Leave us alone kid." And they walked away. Amelia, resilient and slightly embarrassed, wiped at her face before rising to her feet and marching to Lucas tossing his shoes in front of him. "There." And with that she turned around to walk back to the castle.
