We Looked Like Giants {OPEN}

[Rhys Takahashi]

A short distance from the crowds of children littering the courtyard, laughing and having a good time, was none other than Rhys Takahashi, The Frost King of Slytherin house. So far, to his luck, he'd remained unseen by others, lounging as a cat would beneath a shade of sun behind the great fountain. The noise, in truth, was an irritant. A sound that grated on his nerves, but he kept a tight reign on his annoyance. Not that anyone would be able to see it. Most would believe him asleep at this time of day.

He had been, earlier. He'd been quite content with his solitude. At first he'd thought to settle down and read a book, but before long the sun shining down had made him lazy, sleepy. And then the book had soon covered his face, his fingers laced across his stomach as he'd drifted off. But then there had been people. And they were making a ridiculous amount of noise. Needless to say, he hadn't gotten a very good nap in, no. But did he move, or retaliate just yet? Of course not. Because that would cost effort. And not only that, but energy and movement as well. As if he'd exert himself in such a manner.

Muttering under his breath, one hand stretched lazily to slide the book away from his face. The expression revealed? On of utter disgust, and a bit on the grumpy side.

"Am I never allowed a moment of peace?" he snapped quietly but there was a driving force to the tone, a cold wind of words one could say. He didn't yet bother to get up. Again: Such effort it would cost him. "I just don't understand these people. Obnoxious. Loud. Whatever happened to a good old fashioned muzzle? Ugh."

[Narcissa Black]

"Muttering to yourself again, Rhys? Some would classify that as a sign of insanity."

Stalking beneath the heavy shadow of the fountain, Narcissa loped languidly forwards and took a seat next to the older Slytherin with a haughty air of exhaustion.

"If you're trying to read, the library might be more productive," she suggested with a hint of sarcasm. But Narcissa had always been rather fond of Rhys, and so she reached out lethargically and peeked at the cover of Rhys' book.

"Hmph. Any good?"

Handing it back, she layed her head on the ground and lazily looked up at him through blue eyes gone gray, folding her left arm over her forehead. Her black Hogwarts robe blanketed the grass behind her, falling open to reveal an ivory button down, and Narcissa arranged her free arm over her naval, loosening her green and silver tie before lying still. Her pink lips relaxed into a pout, and she shut her eyes drowsily.

"Talk to me Rhys. What's in that astute mind of yours? I haven't had an interesting conversation since term started."

[Rhys Takahashi]

"Muttering to yourself again, Rhys? Some would classify that as a sign of insanity."

"Perhaps it is," Rhys said, raising an eyebrow. "After all, being forced to live in a castle with so many obnoxious imbeciles can drive a man crazy."

For a moment, a brief look of amusement ghosted across his face at her haughty air, but then again, didn't most Slytherins walk around with the same regal, self-important look? Rhys had been known to pull such a thing on occasion, but most often he was just bored. Or irritated. Or both.

"Tried the library already, darling," he continued, sliding the book beneath his head as a makeshift pillow as soon as he had retrieved his book from her. "There were quite a few new couples getting randy in the stacks. Do you realize how hard it is to read when there's heavy breathing and moaning going on right behind you? Then again, they were Gryffindors. They've never been known for their sense of decency, or stealth."

"Hmph. Any good?"

"Could be. Possibly. Wouldn't know."

As she settled herself down, Rhys glanced over for just a fraction of a second, before an exasperated sigh escaped him and his eyes travelled towards the sky above them.

"Talk to me Rhys. What's in that astute mind of yours? I haven't had an interesting conversation since term started."

"If I say no, I already know you won't leave me alone," he said through a yawn, his face impassive. At least he wasn't so irritated-looking as before. He was back to his usual mode of disinterest. "But if you're looking for interesting conversation, you've come to the wrong person."

It was true, if she wanted to know what was in his mind. He'd never been the type to share any of his thoughts, or the way his mind worked. To do so was a weakness in his opinion. Sharing observations and irritants, that he could easily do. Other than that, silence was usually all a person would get from him.

[Narcissa Black]

"If I say no, I already know you won't leave me alone."

"You know me so well, Ryhs," Narcissa drawled lazily, no longer straining to see his face. After all, what was the point? Irritated that he wasn't appreciative of the fact that she had deigned to sit with him, Narcissa did her best to shrug it off. Sure, she would normally go out of her way to spite the person that dared to disrespect her, but Rhys was different. He was a Slytherin, and she could forgive her own kind.

"Actually, I wanted to ask you something anyways."

She paused, barely breathing, and for a moment Narcissa looked like she was dead. Then she resumed speaking, and her voice was deliciously aristocratic in timbre.

"What do you know about Severus Snape?"

[Rhys Takahashi]

"That's what you had to ask?" Rhys said through an exasperated sigh. His head lifted briefly, before dropping back to the ground with a thud. "I know some, and then some I don't."

He was silent for a long moment. Not that any of his knowledge was... secret, per se. But he didn't divulge anything without receiving something in return. Why should he share anything for free, after all?

"However, I don't feel any particular need to tell you what I know," he continued, letting his eyes drift closed. He looked like he was so bored in that moment he would just fall asleep. He wasn't... exactly. But he was lazy. And didn't really care to put on a false pretense of manners. "Perhaps if you could convince me...?"

[Narcissa Black]

"Convince you?"

Narcissa smirked at the suggestion, immediately imgaining Bellatrix's reaction to such a suggestion. Rhys would be trembling at wandpoint, begging for forgiveness...but that was Bellatrix's way. Not Narcissa's.

"What are you asking for, Rhys? Money? Because I have plenty."

Turning onto her stomach, Narcissa pulled her torso forward and arched her back like a feline, sultry eyes closing momentarily.

"Or maybe something else?"

Narcissa crawled forward, stretching out next to Rhys so that their bodies almost touched.

"I can offer you power, prestige, information..."

At the last word, she leaned in so that her plush pink lips were hovering above Rhys', blonde hair brushing his cheeks.

"Interested?"