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"I wasn't trying to degrade the other house!" I yell at her as I felt the intimidator trying to get out. Xayvier's own hazel eyes blazing through at least four colours before they settled on a grey/gold cross. "I know that the world needs those things! But you can't deny that gryffindor is by far the most popular house in Britain. If I were to go there, I would get at least some attention, which would be a good starting point for anything I do in the future." I sigh and calm down. "And I'm not narrow-minded." I mutter.
"My magic first surfaced around two years ago. I was exploring the woods around my shack and I accidently stumbled into bear territory. Needless to say, I was attacked. I barely excaped because my magic helped me escape." I then look up.
"And we're worse than muggles!" I say. "Muggles learn, they adapt to their surroundings and fix themselves and the surroundings. Yes they make mistakes, but not as bad as us. They don't regularly commit genocide against the largest portion of their population! So don't give me that shit about being better than muggles. Because we aren't. We are still stuck in the dark ages while muggles are reaching heights that witches and wizards have never dreamed of!"

[font=franklin gothic medium]Jovie rubbed her head, feeling extremely irritated. This ride was supposed to be fun and joyful, not a test of patience. She stared at him through her fingers. She was surprised to see his eyes change colors and reshape. That was very, very disturbing. But she waited until things went back to normal to speak and sat up.

"You literally said you can help people if you get into Gryffindor. I don't think that Gryffindor is the most popular, but again everyone is entitled to their own opinions. You're just proving that you are narrow-minded by avoiding what I said about your history being dumb." She muttered the last person but didn't care whether he heard or not.

She listened to what he said about the difference between muggles and wizards. At first she kept a calm expression with her eyebrows slightly furrowed. She decided that it was better to let him speak first and then share her own thoughts later, he seemed to stick to his opinions like glue. Jovie wondered if she n=and Xayvier would become enemies or friends in the future.

"Xayvier, muggles and wizards, we're both human beings. We both adapt using tools we have, they just don't have magic, they have—what is it, electricity? They make just as many mistakes as we do—you never heard of the Cold War? The World Wars? The kill people for their own benefit, that's just what they do! We all do things we shouldn't, but so what?"

She flinched when he cursed. How dare he? Not thinking, Jovie's hand lashed at and she punched him the shoulder. Her face turned bright red as she began screaming at him. "I don't think anyone is better than anyone, we are all freaking dumb and make freaking mistakes! You're the—you're the stupid one! Muggles are ruining the world with their pollution and arrogance—" She paused, taking a deep breath. "What's wrong with how things are now? Just because some people want to stay the same doesn't mean it's wrong!" Jovie was growing to not really like Xayvier, not at all.

Nothing Xayvier could do could stop the intimidator this time. He was thrust aside as The intimidator took over and stood up. Glaring at her. Their irises now white. 
"Shut up." He said coldly. "I don't care what you and Xayvier are arguing about. But you do NOT TOUCH US." He reached down and grabbed her shirt. "I don't care if you're a girl. WE WILL HURT YOU." He lifted the girl to her feet. Xayvier's body straining, but holding tight and firm still because of the construction work on the shack that he's done before. "Now let me tell you have I see muggles. They make mistakes. Wizards make worse mistakes. Most muggles kill each other to try and make the world a better place. Wizards kill each other because of their misguided racism. They follow ideals that aren't a real thing. Slytherin never preached for the death of Muggles or Muggle-borns. He just didn't want to risk the lives of everyone in the castle. Muggles have gone to the moon and back. Wizards have trouble getting to different countries without magic." The intimdator got in her face.
"And I'm all for people not changing if they don't want to. But if not changing hurts people? THEY NEED TO CHANGE." He pushed her back into the seat. "I'm giving control back to Xayvier. If you don't apologize. I'm coming back." Slowly his body relaxed and the eyes turned from white back to gray, which widened in horror.
"Oh god, I'm sorry." He said as he sits down and clutched his head. "I'm so sorry, usually, I'm able to keep control over everyone."

[font=franklin gothic medium]Jovie watched in horror at the boy contorted into something...terryfing. She didn't mean to punch him, that's what she told herself, but she was shaking with so much fear that she couldn't speak.

His eyes turned white and it was like a whole different person had came into the room. someone intent on making their point heard and understood. And she sure did understand, though she didn't want to. But it was hard to disagree with something yelling into your face as the lifted you into the air. All she could do was stare wide-eyed into his strange eyes, tears running down her face. Jovie was beginning to wish she'd never come to this school if there were people like this.

When he let go, Jovie fell backwards, landing on top of her bag. She was bawling hard, tears running down her face like rivers. She had mascara on so black lines streamed down her cheeks. She was horrified and her shaking body showed it.

Stumbling up, Jovie grabbed her bag and managed to get into the hallway, looking back. "You're a monster," she sobbed, glaring at him. "You should've been mauled by that bear, then no one would have to ever be around you, you freak." She ran away and wished that she would never see him again. As she went she recalled the fact that she never apologize and felt half-guilty but was definitely not going back now.

I left the thread.

Xayvier sat down and looked at himself in the reflection of the window in horror. "God dammit. Why did you have to come out!" He punched the seat. "My first damn day and I already screwed myself." Xayvier pulled his knees up close to his face and rested his head on it. He felt his own face hot and tears running down it. "Already... Why am I so bad with people? No matter what I do, I always screw up. Maybe that bear should have gotten me." Xayvier muttered as he started to gently sob. Xayvier closed his eyes. He needed to deal with the intimidator. He might have been part of Xayvier at one point. But they've gotten out of control there. Xayvier stayed in his curled up position as he began to yell at the intimidator in his head.
"WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT! I COULD'VE HANDLED IT! YOU DIDN'T NEED TO SCARE HER AWAY! NOW SHE'S GONE AND IM GONNA BE AN OUTCAST AGAIN!" Xayvier mentally punched him in the face.
"I did what I had to do, Xayvier." He glared at me in my head. His white eye glaring into my grey. "If we let people push us around like that, then we'll be worse off than outcasts. We'll be dead."
"YO, dude." Xayvier whipped around to see the playboy coming here. "You should really learn to chill out. Xayvier and I could've handled it. You didn't need to hurt or yell at her."
"YES I DID!" He yelled and walked away. "If you don't understand. I don't need to talk to you. IF you feel so bad, go apologize or something. go explain everything that happened. See what'll happen to you. You'll still be an outcast If anybody learns about us." In his heart, He knew it was true, but He couldn't accept it. He didn't want to.
Xayvier's eyes snapped open as he got up and looked out the window of the compartment. The train had just started to move. Xayvier looked around and sighed. "Nobody. Of course. I start alone, and I end alone. Like always."