Triangle of Hell Pv Leonard & Charles finished

Leonard’s father often liked to use metaphors, similes, hyperboles, and such. While his generous usage of that type of speech had resulted in embarrassing misunderstandings more than once, there was one Leonard could liken to his current situation: a berserk button. Not quite fitting into a neat box of the figures of speech, since it was not a hyperbole, unfortunately. It was how a meek, pleasant person could turn into a Lovecraft shoggoth. While Leonard did not see himself as neither meek nor pleasant nor that monstrous and horrible of a creature (though some would rightfully say otherwise), he did have his own big red button with do not touch written all over in white paint, all capital.

One Charles Simmons. And also man buns. Both were awful.

Thankfully, the crybaby wasn’t present, as of the moment. So he could be peaceful, idly counting leaves that flew past him.

He wondered whether Simmons had told anyone of their encounters. It would be unfortunate, of course, losing him what little friends he had. No matter, really. He could just charm the next batch of first years by appearing much nicer than he was to his fellow second years, by then. Or run away and take over the world. Both would be fine plans, world domination had been the focal point of his younger year journals. It was slightly worrying, really, how much he wanted to rule the world with a hyperbolic metallic fist. Maybe he should have attended the school mandated therapy sessions. But that would mean a balanced, functional life, and balanced, functional lives meant no fun.

Though, a balanced, functional life would mean much less trouble for him and everybody around him.

But where was the joy in that?

(He wouldn’t know. His life, despite his numerous efforts, was not at all balanced and functional. More erratic and frustrating than anything.)

Leonard then saw a certain Ravenclaw sitting on a bench, covering her face like a bad reenactment of Dracula for an unknown reason. Lizzie, her name was. At least, he was fairly certain it was Lizzie, because as previously mentioned, she

He waved, heartily enough to be seen, but not so much as to attract attention from anybody else. It was a skill of his. A sad skill, he knew. Most of his skills on a whole were rather depressing.

Charles had extremely bad luck. He knew that since he was eight. He rubbed his neck as he remembered what happened to him. He shook his head in disappointment in himself. That was in the past, now it is the present. He knew he should focus on affecting his future. He did have big dreams so he could not let painful memories get in his way. After all he was in the courtyard he shouldn't just start crying in public.

Then something caught his eye. Somebody covering their face, it reminded him of vampires. That made him mad. But then he thought for a second. Maybe he found somebody like him. That made him smile, a genuine smile. This was big for Charles hes only ever faked his smiles. Trying to hide his sadness and loneliness.

It was hard to make friends before that unlucky night. After that people got goosebumps and fled. It made his heart ache when they ran. He shook his head. Why was he thinking about this now. Maybe it was because he actually found two people that did not run when he approached. Or maybe it was because of something else. He did not know for sure yet.

Charles stood still for a moment. As he gather up enough of his courage to approach this person. He needed to talk to them. If they were like him then maybe they could give him advice. So he started walking over to the mysterious person. As he got closer he realized it was Lizzie. This made him worry, when he met Lizzie she seemed so confident. Then Charles just froze in fear. Their he was Leonard his bully.

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interacting with @Leonard Oaksworth | @Charles Simmons
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Lizzie snapped her eyes open and looked at the two boys. They had noticed her. She quickly let go of the robe to drop it from her face. There was no reason to be hiding anymore if they had already recognized her. She had been found out. Now what was she meant to do? Just awkwardly wave and smile at them both?

That is exactly what she did. Lizzie stood up and waved at Leo then turned to Charles who had stopped in his tracks while looking at Leonard. She put on a confused face and then went blank. So Leo was his bully. That explained a lot but also opened up a lot more questions. Why would he do something like that?

"Uhh.. heyy.." She said hopping the both could catch it while scratching the back of her neck. She was getting quite uncomfortable. It was the first time they had all met at the same time. The first time she had seen both boys after their first meetings. It was a bit overwhelming.

She looked between the boys, "So.. you know each other?" She squinted her eyes and face palmed herself, "Obviously, you know each other. Well, uhh how do you know each other?" She was trying to make herself feel innocent and not know anything. They could catch on and realize she doesn't know about what happens behind closed doors and actually try to have a civil conversation or at least pretend to like one another.

Lizzie defiantly did not want to ruin her friendships with any of them. Especially Charles. It was one of those days where she wished she had stayed in bed all morning. Her friends were enemies. What a thought to have and one of them she had to have fallen one. What a cliche story.

The Ravenclaw knew something was going to happen. She didn't know what but the vision was just there. Leo and Charles fighting over who knows what. Maybe who got to be Lizzie's friend (only in her dreams though) or fighting over who got the last chocolate frog. Lizzie quickly laughed and then covered her mouth with her hand hopping no one had heard her.

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When Charles heard Lizzie laugh he knew she knew. It was not a sincere laugh and she seemed to be panicking. And she was trying to hide earlier, Lizzie was a confident girl. Well that was what it seemed like when he met her. So she would only act like this if she was nervous.

And she did say that she used to be like him, when they first met. So she would only be panicking and being a nervous wreck like Charles if she knew. She knew that Leonard was Charles bully, but what surprised Charles was that she knew him. But he had no time to think about this right now.

He had to get out of here before Leonard realizes what's going on and acts. Charles wanted to run away but his feet would not move. Charles wanted to talk to Lizzie about it.

And his feet started to move forward, he had to stop moving. He had too, he could not stand hearing more of Leonard's cruel insults. It was hard enough before when he made him cry. But he could not cry in front of Lizzie. He did not want her to know, it was bad enough Leonard knew. Finally he was able to make his feet stop moving.

He tried to make them run away but they would not move. What was he going to do in this situation. He was frozen in place but not in fear, so why was he frozen in place. Why?!

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Leonard was no stranger to awkward situations. He found himself in them about every other hour, and he was mostly the cause of such situations. Once again, he was the cause. The blame cast on him, and the rod being right. It was something he’d gotten used to, being the cause, and feeling the painful effects.

Only this time, it was something more. He was supposed to make friends here, and maybe a few enemies, but did the enemies matter so much?

As he looked at Simmons, with his stupid hesitation and stupid demeanour of a general lack of spine, he figured yes. It did matter so much.

No matter. Everything being his fault was basically his mantra now. A storm causing a blackout? His fault, for not cutting the lemon bars into perfect squares. An incredibly annoying neighbour who decided sticking their broken nose in everything that wasn’t theirs was a good practice? His fault, for not washing his hands that one time when he was seven. Ruining his social life, no matter where he went? His fault, his fault, his fault.

“We meet again, Simmons,” he started, smiling a smile that was anything but sincere. If Lizzie would think of him as nothing but the chicken’s tormentor, who cared? There would be more people, people that didn’t care about that. People he would probably meet never, but that wasn’t his problem as of the moment. Besides, somebody had to put him where he belonged: in the pits of despair and self-hatred along with Leonard.

“You know, it’s been quite a while since we last met. I wished we’d never met, of course, but fate finds a way to punish me by being in your presence.”

Not his best line, but it would work. He didn’t want to be too rude in front of Lizzie, he still had standards for himself.

'Your a coward Charles. Run away before it gets worse.' His thoughts shouted at Charles. 'I can't run!' Charles thought shouted back to his thoughts.

It was weird he was having a silent conversation with himself. 'Oh you've been through weirder me. Now suck it up and run.' His thoughts said to him.

'Wow I never knew I was this rude to myself.' Charles thought. 'Eh you have no self confidence. That's why I am here. I am your greatest bully. For I am you.' His thoughts replied to his thoughts.

Charles shook his head hard. He needed to stop chatting with his thoughts and take action. His feet would not run, but they would move forward. Charles sighed he realized that he wanted to confront Leonard.

But he had no confidence in himself, and his own thoughts bullied him. 'Your pathetic.' His thoughts said. Charles ignored his thoughts and started to move forward. He was not going to cry and he was not going to run.

Charles opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. So he went through all that trouble. To gain his courage and he still cant confront him. But he cant do anything else.

"Your a jerk!" Charles blurted out without thinking. Wait he talked! He tried to talk again but nothing came out. He was overthinking it again.

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Lizzie saw the tension between the two even if they were both a mile away. It was so high and awkward Professor Jensen would be quaking in her boots. That was a pretty bold statement of Lizzie to say as well. She moved her feet and on the floor subtly and looked down at the stone as well.

The blonde snapped her head towards Charles, "A jerk?" She laughed nervous, "I'm sure you've got the wrong person Charles." She quickly walked over to him and patted his back looking up into the boys eyes. Boy, were they beautiful. She always was a sucker for boys with brown eyes.

Snapping out of it quickly, the only Ravenclaw looked towards Leo, "Do you have an explanation for this accusation?" She asked hopping to get a confession so then she can give him a small wack on the head, tell him off, make him and Charles besties and all go home happy. Along with some other hopes thrown in here or there. "I'll be happy to help any negative emotions between you boys. Just be aware. I want you to sort this out your selves."

She quickly rubbed Charles' back again (as a sign of 'don't be scared. I'm here to not get you killed') and walked back to the bench in hope of making them move closer to her. It was a start. maybe they would always be sworn enemies but that wouldn't matter as long as their was balance between the friendships. Lizzie could be friends with who she wanted. Nobody could change her mind.

She knew Charles and Leo were both good people but probably got off on the wrong foot. Maybe to wrong feet. Who knew. "But, if any of you start to flirt or throwing punches I'll have to get in the way. I don't want to get in the way of your bromance." She smiled slightly and her eyes flickered over to the boy she had blurted something he normally would never say.

Lizzie was not trying to implement anything. She just wanted to nudge them in the right direction where they could sort out their differences (which probably wouldn't happen for years). It was that she had made is humerus was what had made the girl a bit annoyed with herself. It wouldn't help anyone and she just prayed she hadn't made it worse.

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Leonard shrugged. What was the point of hiding it? It was sort of like that animated film, the one with the obnoxious soundtrack and snowmen that were only meant to become merchandise. Where the supposed Prince Charming, with manners and a voice that didn’t sound like a raccoon being tortured when they sang, was revealed to be the grand villain of it all. While Leonard’s etiquette was to be worked on eventually, and his warbling did sound like a raccoon being tortured, he was a sort of plot twist to Lizzie. Poor girl. Not only was she plagued by Simmons, who was most likely as good a friend as a rat, but she also had to deal with him. There was no greater punishment, in Leonard’s view.

“Yeah, I’ve an explanation for you. I’m a jerk, as Simmons here says. But not quite what he thinks. All I did was make a few sarcastic comments, and suddenly he’s crying like a bloody baby. A bromance probably won’t happen, I don’t want a friend who can’t take a joke. And flirt?” It was almost laughable, that. “If anybody were to date this sorry excuse for a wizard, I’d send prayers for them. The only thing that might happen are the punches, and it won’t be me who started the fight.”

He wasn’t hoping for things to get physical. The one time his father had tried to get him into any type of sport, it had been football. Even then, he couldn’t get his cleats on the deflated ball to save his life. The coach had traded him in for the one who’d been eating sand a minute into the game.

He also was hoping that Lizzie would see sense and abandon this dolt with bad comebacks and worse self esteem than him. And that was saying something, Leonard hated himself greatly.

Charles looked down at the ground as his finger fiddled with nothing. He was so used to being able to fiddle with his wand that he forget he left his wand in the dorm room. Now his mind was racing and he was second guessing everything just because of a missing wand. Man Charles has some problems that he turns into something major when it should just be minor. Charles tried to speak he knew Lizzie was here. But he also knew that Leonard was probably good at making himself not look guilty when he tries.

Charles needed to do something, he did not want to run away but it seemed like his only choice. He would never wanted to cry in public it would be so embarrassing. Finally Charles was able to get himself together even if it was just for a minute, and he realized something. He did not want Lizzie to know that Leonard was right. He was just a crybaby with no self esteem, and that he would be a terrible wizard.

Its not like he wanted to be here. He only came here to make his parents happy. And when he thought he made some friends they just stopped talking to him. But now he dose have some friends. SO it should be worth staying here even if he only has two friends. But unfortunately Charles could not see that and he was about to cry. So he did the only thing he thought he could in that situation. He ran away from them, he rand into a corridor and disappeared. Probably running back to the Slytherin common room.

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