androgynous ambush pv qrow & seven Closed

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Interacting with @Rhys Read, my beloved and, @Seven Finney

Qrow | #064107 | Qrow's Thoughts | #11a513

The library was quite possibly Qrows favourite place in the entirety of Hogwarts Castle, though to be fair, they were happy just about anywhere as long as they could sit with their… - what was their relationship? Bugger it - favourite Gryffindor, or rather favourite person, Rhys Read.


They had kindly agreed to tutor the redhead in everything muggle, something Qrow was avid in learning about to spite their pure-blooded grandmother, as well as something that gave them an excuse to sit close to the hazel eyed first year and interact with them more. They were crushing HARD, and while neither of them were ready for anything proper, that wouldn't stop them from hanging out with them.


When Rhys nudged the Slytherin as they skimmed over the book titles and tried to gauge what they were about, they assumed that the Gryffindor was planning to start on something specific. So, of course, Qrow barely paid any attention to their words,

"I'm sensing a set of pronouns," They commented off-handedly as they set the book they'd decided on in a spot where both the gender-neutrals could read it. It was a book on the various forms of muggle transportation and while the metamorphmagus had seen cars many times before, both in London and Newcastle, but they hadn't expected there to be quite so many types, nor did they quite understand how they worked. Then there were the planes and helicopters and various other types of transportation; it was only when they were halfway through the first page did they actually realise what it was that Rhys had said.


"Wait, pronouns?" Qrow exclaimed, much too loudly for them being in a library. Their volume earned them a few glares from various other students, but their mind was elsewhere now.


They finally looked at the Ravenclaw sitting at a nearby table, the same individual that Rhys had pointed out.

A grin graced their features, and before Rhys had time to say anything in protest, the redhead had picked up all of the books on the table, balancing them awkwardly on one arm, and grabbing the Gryffindor with their other to drag them to the table where the androgynous stranger was situated.


They looked down at the Blonde haired Ravenclaw for a moment, before dropping their pile of books onto the table with a loud thud; it was a miracle that the pule didn't topple and scatter…


"Qrow Beithir, pronouns they/them. This is Rhys."

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─────Hogwarts was amazing, but Seven's favorite place was a peaceful one. That didn't mean it didn't look nice. In fact, the library was a marvelous place. A carpet led to huge bookshelves stretching up to the ceiling. Past those was a crackling fireplace with comfortable armchairs. However, Seven wasn't in either of those sections of the library. They were sitting at a table, a quill in one hand. In the center of the table, a piece of parchment was sitting, half full with words. A bottle of ink had been placed in the top right corner. Covering the rest of the table were about a dozen books, messily scattered.

This is what studying was to Seven.

They were in the middle of a sentence when they heard a thud. Looking up, they saw two first years standing next to their table.

One of them spoke. "Qrow Beithir, pronouns they/them. This is Rhys."

Qrow had red hair, freckles, and green eyes. They were in Slytherin. Rhys had auburn hair and hazel eyes. They were in Gryffindor. The difference in houses was slightly surprising, but Seven was more startled by how Qrow had randomly walked up to them.

"Hi?" they sounded unsure.

How could they be sure of anything after these intimidating people suddenly decided to talk to them?

Rhys did their best to protest as Qrow grabbed their hand and hauled them across to the Ravenclaw's table, but the Slytherin was undeterred, plopping the books down onto it with a thud.

"Qrow Beithir, pronouns they/them. This is Rhys." Flushing in embarrassment, Rhys shot Qrow a withering look. Though, they weren't sure what they'd expected when they commented on the Ravenclaw previously. An acknowledgment, yes. Maybe Qrow's own commentary, something they could mutually agree on before moving on with the task at hand.

But, no, it was just like Qrow to jump the gun. Bless them, the Slytherin reacted like an excited puppy at the mention of anything that remotely caught their attention. From their butterbeer... date back in March when they'd been so eager for Rhys to show the their muggle music, Rhys knew Qrow was quick to act on their first impulse, especially if they were excited. But Rhys couldn't exactly blame them, when they themself were so impulsive. Cutting their hair short, then dyeing it over break... those had both been impulse, heat-of-the-moment decisions.

Still, the Ravenclaw regarded them both warily, and Rhys wanted to kick Qrow's shins. They refrained, just as they refrained from pulling the Slytherin aside and asking what the hell they were doing. But it was pretty clear that this was an intervention, of sorts.

"Hi?" The Ravenclaw spoke, sounding unsure, and Rhys inwardly sighed. Here we go.

"Rhys Read," Rhys re-introduced, emphasizing on their last name. That way, if the Ravenclaw wanted to get a restraining order, they'd be able to name both of their ambushers correctly. Though, Rhys suspected they were the only first-year Gryffindor with the name Rhys that looked the way they did... "And let me begin by apologizing-" They shot Qrow another look, knowing how the Slytherin reacted whenever they apologized. "For my friend. It would appear, in their eagerness, they have forgotten their manners," Rhys quirked a dark brow before turning back to the Ravenclaw. "That being said, you're looking at some of Hogwarts's token genderqueers-" They gave a mock bow and flourish to both themself and Qrow. "And you caught my attention as a potential addition to the population." Gods, why couldn't they speak normally? Mortified, Rhys shook their head, starting over. "I just meant--" They took a breath, gesturing helplessly before turning to Qrow. "D'you mind helping me out?"

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Rhys | #550c00 ]Qrow | #064107]

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Interacting with my beloved @Rhys Read while attempting to abduct befriend @Seven Finney
Qrow | #064107 | Qrow's Thoughts | #11a513

"Hi?" The Ravenclaw spoke, their voice unsure as they let out the singular word. Qrow watched in absolute bliss as their friend struggled to pick up where they had left off.

"Rhys Read," the Gryffindor reintroduced, emphasising their last name. The Slytherin had half a mind to make a quip about the emphasis, but they had started talking again before they had the time. Pity…

"And let me begin by apologising." They shot Qrow another look, which the redhead returned, ready to tell them to ‘shut the fuck up.' Rhys had been told many times how much Qrow wished that they didn’t feel the need to apologise for every little thing, especially when said thing was out of their control—when they finished what they were apologising for.
"For my friend. It would appear, in their eagerness, they have forgotten their manners." Rhys quirked a dark brow before turning back to the Ravenclaw, and Qrow guffawed and spluttered at their statement, eyes widening in disbelief.

You INSULT Qrow? You insult their manners like scum? Oh! Oh! Azkaban for Rhys! Azkaban for Rhys for One Thousand years!!!

"That being said, you're looking at some of Hogwarts's token genderqueers." They gave a mock bow and flourish to both themselves and Qrow. "And you caught my attention as a potential addition to the population." Qrow choked on their mock offence before glancing at their friend and snorting in amusement at the mortified look on the Gryffindor's face at their own words.
"I just meant—" They took a breath, gesturing helplessly, before turning to Qrow.
"D'you mind helping me out?"

Qrow beamed, and honestly, their friend should really know better than to allow the Slytherin to lead a conversation when they were this excitable; at least, they should by now. They hadn't had any coffee today, and it was really beginning to show in how their brain was desperately trying to overcompensate for how tired they actually felt.

"What Rhys meant is that you caught their eye because of your androgynous appearance." They paused for a moment before they looked Gryffindor in the eye and grinned mischievously.
"Oh, and I came here to abduct you."

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─────The Gryffindor - AKA the seemingly less scary of the two - introduced themself as Rhys Read. Seven couldn't help but notice the emphasis on the last name, Read.

"And let me begin by apologising," They glared at Qrow. "for my friend. It would appear, in their eagerness, they have forgotten their manners." This sentence revealed some disbelief on Qrow's face. "That being said, you're looking at some of Hogwarts's token genderqueers and you caught my attention as a potential addition to the population." Qrow then snorted in amusement and Rhys shook their head. "I just meant..." They turned to Qrow. "D'you mind helping me out?"

Seven had just met the two, but they realized that letting Qrow run a conversation wasn't a good idea. And that was all proven to be right in just a few seconds.

"What Rhys meant is that you caught their eye because of your androgynous appearance," Qrow explained. They grinned at Rhys before continuing. "Oh, and I came here to abduct you."

Seven was fairly sure it was a joke, but, honestly, they didn't have any doubts about what Qrow would be willing to do. Surely they wouldn't abduct someone, though. Right? Yeah, of course not. How would that even work?

Seven glanced nervously at Rhys to see their reaction to Qrow's mischievous statement. They had worked out a simple system. If Rhys glared or snapped at Qrow, the Slytherin was lying. Although, while thinking it through, Seven realized that Rhys would also do those things if Qrow had just given away some secret plans to abduct Seven. The more they thought about it, the more scared about it they became.

As soon as Qrow beamed, Rhys instantly wished they hadn't let the Slytherin take the lead of the conversation. They saw the familiar glint of mischief in those acidic green eyes and knew, the Slytherin had something up their sleeve.


"What Rhys meant is that you caught their eye because of your androgynous appearance." Qrow paused for a moment before looking Rhys in the eye and giving them a mischievous grin. "Oh, and I came here to abduct you." At this, Rhys gave Qrow a nudge with their elbow, scowling as they glanced back at the Ravenclaw. The poor student was watching them nervously, probably waiting for their reaction in order to gauge whether or not Qrow was actually being serious.

"Hush you," Rhys said, poking Qrow's arm before turning back to the Ravenclaw. "They don't mean that... not literally," At least, I don't think, Rhys thought after, before dismissing it.

If Qrow was going to actually abduct someone, announcing to the abductee their plans to abduct them was a terrible strategy, and Rhys knew the Slytherin was much smarter than that. Even if they sometimes acted like they had birds for brains, and were presently scaring a defenceless Ravenclaw in a secluded corner of the library. Git, Rhys thought, looking at Qrow in annoyance before softening for just a moment. But, I suppose, they're my git. Realizing what they'd just thought, Rhys carefully neutralized their expression again, clearing their throat.

"I believe what Qrow is trying to say," Rhys began, gesturing to the Slytherin. "Is that, should both of our hunches be proven correct, they would like to befriend you.." Gods, this whole interaction was just so... awkward. They didn't even know this Ravenclaw, and for all they knew, this was just some random cis girl with short hair that they were instead assuming had neutral pronouns and that Qrow was severely intimidating with their over-the-top enthusiasm and threats of abduction... It was abduction with a /j indication, but only Rhys and Qrow knew that. The Ravenclaw, whoever they were, was likely just trying to study and get work done -- that's what the library is for,-- and here they were, being ambushed by a Slytherin and their Gryffindor that they'd dragged into the interaction.

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Rhys | #550c00 ]Qrow | #064107]

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Abducting @Seven Finney with the beloved @Rhys Read
Qrow | #064107 | Qrow's Thoughts | #11a513

"Hush you," the Gryffindor chided, poking Qrow's arm before turning back to the Ravenclaw. "They don't mean that, not literally."

There was something overwhelmingly funny about the nervous look the Ravenclaw student gave Rhys upon hearing Qrow's words, and combined with their friend's own response, only made it funnier. They were joking, obviously; one never planned a crime out loud, and the Slytherin would rather eat their own robes than plan something so dubiously illegal in front of a total stranger.

They weren’t an idiot…

"I believe what Qrow is trying to say," Rhys began, gesturing to the Slytherin. "Is that, should both of our hunches be proven correct, they would like to befriend you?"

Merlin’s balls, this was hilarious.

Rhys was awkward when it came to any surprise interaction, but for some reason they were so utterly out of their depth right now that Qrow couldn’t help it as laughter bubbled in their throat and spilled out of their mouth. Tears pricked at their eyes as they desperately tried to control themselves from their sudden bout of giggles; their knees buckled soon after, leaving them crouched awkwardly on the floor and gasping for air as they fruitlessly attempted to stifle their laughter behind their hands.

"Excuse me for a minute." They wheezed. "This is just so fucking awkward, and... I just can't!"

It took the Slytherin a few moments to get themselves under control, by which point their hair was marginally more messy than it had been before, their face much redder, and their hair several different colours. They were also receiving very disgruntled looks from nearby students at how loud they had been, but they could hardly find it in themselves to care.

"Okay," they started, drying the tears from their eyes and getting back up to situate themselves in a chair. "Clearly this didn’t go as planned, but maybe we could start over? What's your name?"

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─────Seven tried to suppress a sigh of relief as Rhys told them, "They don't mean that... not literally."

They hadn't thought Qrow would abduct them, but with those two, anything seemed to be possible. Well, anything alarming to Seven.

"I believe what Qrow is trying to say," Rys continued, "is that, should both of our hunches be proven correct, they would like to befriend you."

At this, Qrow laughed. Loudly. Very, very loudly. And so much that they fell to the ground. Seven wondered if they knew that they were in a library, the place where you're always supposed to be quiet. Qrow was wheezing so hard that their next sentences were hard to hear. Seven could only recognise the words "minute" and "awkward". They weren't sure what the first one was about, but they certainly agreed with the second.

"Okay," once Qrow had collected themself, they spoke again. "Clearly this didn't go as planned, but maybe we could start over? What's your name?"

This was always the worst part of meeting someone. The part where you tell someone your name and they tell you theirs. With Seven, there was another step to the process. The person with a normal name would ask why Seven's name was a number.

But, these people weren't normal, so maybe they wouldn't mind. "Um, my name's Seven."

However, perhaps the name Seven was a stranger name than Rhys or Qrow. Rhys was definitely the least weird name out of the three of them. Then there was Qrow. In Seven's opinion, it wasn't as bad as their name. At least it wasn't a number.

At Rhys's awkwardness, Qrow doubled over in laughter, and Rhys had half a mind to smack them upside the head as they watched the Slytherin's knees buckle out from underneath them as they cackled and cackled.

"Excuse me for a minute." They wheezed, trying uselessly to stifle their laughter. "This is just so fucking awkward, and... I just can't!"

It took the Slytherin a few moments to get themselves under control, by which point they were much more disheveled than they were prior, and several students were casting glares their way at the amount of noise they were making.

Get up, dumbass, Rhys wanted to tell Qrow. Didn't the Slytherin realized they were the reason that this was so undeniably awkward?

"Okay," they started, drying the tears from their eyes and getting back up to situate themselves in a chair. This left Rhys to be the only one standing. That wouldn't do. Rhys pulled up another chair, inadvertently angling it close to Qrow's... a bit closer than one would expect from people that were 'just friends'... Rhys crossed their arms, glancing at Qrow as they said, "Clearly this didn’t go as planned, but maybe we could start over? What's your name?"

The Ravenclaw seemed to hesitate a moment before, "Um, my name's Seven."

At the Ravenclaw's name, Rhys cast a side glance to Qrow to gauge their reaction. It was definitely uncommon, and was also rather neutral, so surely the Slytherin was eating both of those facts up as they sat at the table. The Gryffindor waited for the Slytherin to meet their gaze before raising a questioning brow and turning back to the Ravenclaw.

"Seven, huh? Cool name." They nodded. It would appear that most of the people Rhys found worth knowing had rather unique names. First Azrael, whom they'd met back in October. Then Qrow, who was just plainly Rhys's favorite person, likely the one most close to them as well. Additionally, Qrow's friend Mahlioz, who Rhys had only recently met in February but thought highly of nonetheless. Personally, Qrow was Rhys's favorite out of all of the students (clearly), but they still thought the others' names were just as cool.

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Rhys | #550c00 ]Qrow | #064107]