actually yeah I can see where
okay dumb pun aside no I understand I had a hard time with that one too
like
do you need help at all or…
no
helps not necessary
im just gettin fuckin FRUSTRATED ovver dealin wwith it
i might end up just quittin for noww an comin back to it later
seriously five times woooooooooooooooow
heh
no just kidding I mean you could say the same to me and transfig
what potion are you having trouble with
herbicide
i just cant fuckin seem to get the hang a makin it
wwhat if i nevver had to deal wwith potions again
im pretty fuckin sure this is the fifth time ivve fuckin messed up this single fuckin one
“CEDRIC” BY THE MOANING MYRTLES
“No I mean…” You take a second to collect your thoughts. “Most trolls get shipped off to Slytherin or Ravenclaw. We’ve been raised in a culture that tries to breed those kind of traits. Normal trolls are selfish and hard and clever and use others for the gain of themselves, their quadrants, and anyone who’s still useful to them. Friend is the same word as enemy in Alternian, or has our society already been so integrated with the Humans’ that we’ve forgotten that much.”
You pause to see if he’s understanding. “The fact of it is, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor trolls are just not very common. And look at those of us who are put there - me, Psii, Pimpnaya - we’re not good for our species. We’re too easily taken advantage of. Too easily used and fooled. Played. Most trolls go to Slytherin, that’s a fact, and it says something about the state of our species.”
“An’ wwhat, you think you can fuckin’ change any a’ that by bargin’ in on Strider’s problems? By fuckin’ FORCIN’ him to open up? I KNOWW our species mostly fuckin’ Slytherin or Ravvenclaww, I’m not stupid, but you’re not goin’ to change the core a’ someone’s bein’ by forcin’ yourself into their life. If you’re tryin’ to showw a troll the fuckin’ Hufflepuff wway or wwhatevver then you’vve got to just fuckin’ BE there an wwait for them to trust you enough to fuckin talk.”
You’re talking with your hands again, flailing them about between the two of you as you speak. “An’ not all a’ trolls are like that.” You say, lowering your voice once more. “I only got put in Slytherin cause I borrowwed one a’ my old friend’s ‘lucky dice’ on that evvenin an then told the sortin’ hat I wwanted to be here. Wwho fuckin’ knowws wwhat I’d be in, otherwwise.”
Sighing, you look back up at him. “No you’re right, I know you’re right. It has nothing to do with houses or anything - in just weird.”
“You say it’s got nothin’ to do wwith houses, but if wwe wwere all about fuckin’ friendship an’ bein’ nice to each other, then Strider an’ I wwouldn’t havve landed in Slytherin.”
For a moment you look like you’re going to scream something at him, but your lips tighten and you look away, shoulders hunched. You know he’s right.
You continue stare at him, just watching as he looks away. “I didn’t mean to fuckin’ lecture you, Kar, cause I knoww you mean wwell.” Your gaze softens, and you feel like you should be offering your hand for him to hold just to make sure you’re on good terms. “But right noww you’re dealin’ wwith a Slytherin, an’ most a’ us are fuckin’ stubborn an’ independent. None a’ that fuckin’ ‘family’ shit that I assume probably happen around your house.”
“Just because someone needs help doesn’t mean they’ll ask for it!” You look up at him, face set. This is a topic you know all too well. “Sometimes a troll’s pride is all they have left and they won’t ask for help even if it’s obvious they need it!”
“Then you can fuckin’ SUGGEST they get help, you can offer them alternativves to wwhat they’re doin’. You can’t force on another troll wwhat they don’t wwant wwithout there bein sevvere fuckin’ consequences.”
“But sometimes they won’t…”
“An’ unless they’re you’re moirail, you should fuckin’ wwhatevver they don’t wwant to talk about alone.” You stand up, turning to look down at Karkat. “Isn’t a troll’s privvacy more important than fuckin’ findin’ out wwhat happened? Isn’t it enough to fuckin’ trust that if they need help they’ll fuckin’ ask for it, instead a’ you forcin’ it on them?”
You turn to face him too. “I’m sorry that when I see someone injured I want to know what happened,” you snap.
A sigh. “Sometimes it’s just better not to fuckin’ ask. Sometimes, all a troll wwants is someone to just fuckin’ comfort them instead a’ someone askin’ wwhat shit they’vve landed themselvves into this time.” You give him a forlorn look. “An’ if someone’s injured an’ they trust you enough, obvviously they’ll tell you a’ their owwn accord, instead a’ you havvin’ to force it out a’ them.”
