pv Rumour Has It Reopened

Minding their own business until @Lucian Mornstern decides to start something
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Gave prior permission for Lucian to talk freely about the Reads

Rhys was far from perfect. In all honesty, no one was ever truly perfect. The idea of something being 'perfect' was a social construct that only pushed the societal standard of trying to lead a perfect, filtered life. No, they weren't anywhere near anyone's idea of perfect (that they knew of). 5'0", queer, and genderfluid...

Ha, well, they sure as hell weren't their father's version of perfect. Much less his family's. But while no one knew the specifics about Rhys's gender or sexuality, that didn't stop them from discriminating against them. No, Rhys's extended family on their father's side loved to 'tease' them and their siblings endlessly.

Why, pray tell? Because of their fuckin' blood status, of all things. Sure, Rhain and Rhys were often singled out for looking or acting they way they did, getting called gay, queer and other derogatory terms, and the lot of them were also Gryffindors while all of their extended family were either Slytherins or Ravenclaws, but the main contributing factor to the way the Read family treated Sebastian and, more specifically, his children, was the fact that he had married a muggle.

It was all the Reads ever seemed to talk about, as they came from a prestigious line of pureblood wizards. They treated Sebastian and his family like weeds that they were trying to rid their garden of, and the only reason that they hadn't entirely severed ties with the family was because Sebastian's brothers had vouched for him, and Mistress and Master Read had notions of potentially being able to "save" their grandchildren that had the misfortune to be born half-blooded. It wasn't their fault their mother was a muggle, after all. And, frankly, neither was it hers.

But Rhys didn't need saving. At least, not in the sense that their grandparents intended. It had partially worked with Rhun, but as for Rhain and Rhys, they ignored their family's futile attempts to indoctrinate them with ways that they could work to "redeem" themselves despite their soiled blood and House statuses. Rhylee was still young enough to convince, but, like Rhys and Rhain, she was very close with her mother and would likely struggle to see her grandparents' viewpoint.

No, Rhys had no patience for any of that blood purist bullshit that their extended family was so obsessed with. They could swear that the only defining characteristics of a lot of their cousins were that they were either Slytherin or Ravenclaw and were all obsessed with blood purity and putting down anyone that was less than pure.

So when, as they were on their way to find a spot in the shade to work on some of their homework, they were suddenly accosted by a Slytherin in their year, Rhys reacted accordingly.

“You, do you know who I am?” He asked, running a hand through his hair so Rhys could see a ring he wore, bearing an M. Rhys squinted, thinking why the hell would I know who this kid is? before their brain vaguely made the connection that this guy must come from one of the many families their grandparents liked to associate with. Morn... stern? Was that the family? The Mornsterns..? Rhys's memory wasn't the best (as they had never particularly cared for socializing with families such as his), but they were somewhat certain they'd landed on the correct family name. “I know who you are,” He continued, pressing a finger against Rhys's chest. They stiffened slightly. “And I know what your family is,”

Sighing, Rhys slowly brought a hand up to push his hand away from their chest before crossing their arms and giving him a bored once-over. Though he was the same height as they were, he was clearly trying to look down on them, and they admired his effort, even if it did not yield much result.

"Do you now? And who-slash-what would that be?" They replied coolly, slouching their weight onto one leg and tapping their other foot against the ground. Rhys hoped that whatever this kid had to say, he'd make it quick. They had an Astronomy paper due on Monday that they would prefer to finish by the end of the day.

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notes for myself
Rhys | #550c00 Lucian | #38571a

Date: Saturday 14th January

They eyed my ring and I saw the dots connect. “Bet you’re not wealthy enough to get something this dear — plus customised,” I said snobbishly. They pushed my hand away from them. “You know exactly what you and your disgusting family are. You could have been an amazing family and respected by loads,” I said, my face neutral, not showing off any emotions positive or negative. “But instead your father decided that he would poison it all,”

I would never dream of going out with a muggle! Never ever. Or a mudblood. I scoffed, “I grow despondent just thinking about the cosmic, abysmal mistake your family is,” I said with an incredulous look upon my face. “I mean, perhaps your father could rectify his mistake by divorcing the ogre you call a mother, however you all have tainted blood. You and your siblings. You ought to be glad your mother is just a muggle and not a squib — that’s where things get… different,”

Cannot stand squibs. Worse than muggles in my books and muggles are pieces of shit. They may not be magic but they are dangerous. We have no clue what they can or cannot do and there are wizards that live among them, who knows how many traitors will do the bidding of muggles? They have hypnotists don’t they? Muggle version of the Imperius Curse. Do we really know what muggles are capable of? They need to be vanquished — and not just in Britain.

“You’re worth nothing; you mean nothing. I hope that you realise that and distance yourself from your family before it all goes tits up,” I told them, glowering at them. I knew that I wasn’t - technically - the pureblooded boy most people think I am — the ones that don’t know the other side of me. Yet, I am still Pureblood. I have no muggle blood in my family. My blood isn’t tainted. Werewolves are magical creatures that are more civilised now than they were few odd years ago thanks to the Wolfsbane potion. We transform once a month and still keep our wits about us.

I know that some may view my ideals as hypocritical and honestly, I don’t care. I won’t pass my Lycanthropy off to my kin, in my family it will die with me. Rhys is always going to have their marked blood in their family.

Constantly be reminded of the day their father made a mockery out of his family.

Not letting @Lucian Mornstern get under their skin

“Bet you’re not wealthy enough to get something this dear — plus customised,” The boy said snobbishly. “You know exactly what you and your disgusting family are. You could have been an amazing family and respected by loads,..But instead your father decided that he would poison it all,”

Oh lordy. Rhys heaved a great sigh, growing bored as the Slytherin continued.

“I grow despondent just thinking about the cosmic, abysmal mistake your family is,” He said, and Rhys bit back a laugh at the incredulity on his face. And how absurdly genuine it was. “I mean, perhaps your father could rectify his mistake by divorcing the ogre you call a mother, however you all have tainted blood. You and your siblings. You ought to be glad your mother is just a muggle and not a squib — that’s where things get… different,”

Rhys's expression changed at the mention of their mother, and in one swift motion they'd stepped into the boy's space, grabbing the front of his Slytherin robes with one hand while the other poised their wand aimed precariously underneath his chin. They leveled with him, almost nose-to-nose as blue-green eyes flashed in warning.

"It'd do you good to keep my mother's name from your mouth," Rhys advised, narrowing their eyes. "Unless you're looking for a fight to lose." They were just at good at throwing a punch as they were at firing a hex, and if this Mornstern brat kept it up, he'd find out the hard way what it was like to lose a fight to a half-blood with a short temper. The muggle way. Rhys then stepped back, looking the boy up and down as they quirked a brow. "Though I'd rather not get a detention because a tosser such as yourself can't keep his mouth shut." They added coolly. Theirs was an (almost) perfect record, and they wouldn't let this Slytherin provoke them into tainting it. While Rhys didn't care for pureblood, they did not feel the same way about their record.

“You’re worth nothing; you mean nothing. I hope that you realise that and distance yourself from your family before it all goes tits up,” This time, Rhys did nothing to cover their laugh, and they leaned back a bit as they did so, shaking their head.

"Oi, how about telling me something I don't know," They replied, snickering a bit. "I already know I'm worthless... your opinions are naff, mate." Rhys grinned, flashing their slightly lopsided smile. They may not have wanted a fight, but if they could piss this twat off through words, that was a plus.

Rhys paused for a moment, lips forming into a smirk as they regarded the Slytherin. "You know," They started, crossing their arms and twirling their wand between their fingers like a baton. It was less to intimidate rather than something they did absentmindedly as they thought. "If I'm such a lost cause, why bother with... whatever this is? Not only are you wasting my time, but yours as well." They gave a bored shrug. Surely this boy would realize that he wouldn't get a rise out of Rhys, and give up on whatever mission that he'd self-appointed by initiating this conversation. They then added, as a bit of an afterthought:

"Also, I could care less about having some 'dear, plus customised' ring,"

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notes for myself
Rhys | #550c00 Lucian | #38571a

Date: Saturday 14th January

I had a smirk on my face as soon as I saw the switch in attitude from the Gryffindork. I knew as soon as I brought family into this then they would do something, I would do the same. They grabbed the front of my robes and I held my hands up in a ‘surrender’ motion, unable to wipe the smirk from my face. I let out a laugh. “Oh, I would lose would I?” I questioned, a quizzical look about my face, a silent challenge. “Wenn es um deine miese Mama geht, gehst du auf jeden Fall in die Defensive.” I sneered in German. When it comes to your lousy mom, you definitely get defensive

I rolled my eyes, “Scared of detention?” I asked.

“Well, mate, at least you know what you’re not worth. Now, if you could kindly unhand me,” I said, pushing them on their shoulders with a strong connection. “And never grab me like that again,” I watched as they crossed their arms, twiddling their wand, I narrowed my eyes at the open interaction they were having with their wand; did they plan to use it?

They spoke about me wasting both our time. “I don’t have anything better to do then remind muggle blood that they don’t belong in a magical school," I explained, squaring up to them. “So perhaps on the next holiday, when it’s over, you miss the train? Do us all a favour,” I advised with a smile and a nod, backing off.