RP anyone? (Open)

Pollux let out a scoff, still trying to keep up the tough guy act, opening his mouth to say he'd never step foot in such a dirty house as his, but closed it atnhis twins pleading look. He was scared, this family was overwhelming to say the least. His features softened considerably at the look, and he let out a soft sigh, ruffling his brothers tied back hair affectionately, messing up the typical Malfoy perfection.

"You know I can't. Mother would have my head if I wasn't home for dinner," he pointed out at the pleasing look. He really was putty in his brothers hands, fiercely protective over his typically sickly twin. His softened gaze hardened when he turned back to the Granger-Weasley boy.

"Don't let him near any nuts, and I mean any of them. He's going to try to tell you he can have Pecans but he really can't. He's allergic to shellfish, too, and deathly so, so if he starts puffing up like a puffer fish because he's forgotten that he's allergic to shrimp, make sure he gets the medicine right away. He claims that he's not allergic to avacados, but he breaks out in hives when he eats them so he is. He's just an idiot. And he forgets about his allergies, so for the love of god make sure my brother doesn't die while he's here." He informed Hugo, a look of distaste on his features as he studied the red haired teen.

Pollux narrowed his eyes for a moment at the promise, but Casters warning flares were enough to keep him quiet. For now, at least. He knew that the red head meant a lot to his twin, so he'd play as civil as he could, for Casters sake.

"Good. And I swear, if I hear that you've made my brother even the slightest bit uncomfortable I'll jinx you so that your skin is inside out for the entire year and you won't be able to-"

"Pollux! Enough you're just getting to be embarrassing right now!"
"Excuse me? I'm looking out for you, little broth-"
"I'm an hour older than you, you're my little brother if an-"
"Oh come on, look how little you are, it's like you're a year young-"
"St least I'm mature!"
"I'm mature too!"
"Bull! You can't even be nice to Hu-"
"There's a reason, look who he's related to! He's probably got the stu- "
"Can you be nice for once? Or are you actually emotionally stun-"
"I'm no-" and they were at jr again, their voices hushed as they argued.

Neither of the Malfoys actually expected Hugo to speak up. Caster was so used to shutting up Pollux that he hadn't expected Hugo tonsay a word, and Pollux just wasn't used to people actually talking back to him. They both stopped talking, the shock on both of their faces. Then their expressions changed, Pollux's face flushed lightly with embarrassment and Caster scowled at his twin, but his face paled and his hand went to the bandage on his forehead.

"You d-don't know what happened to his face. Maybe he tripped and got it that way-"

"He's right Hugo, b-but Lux, stop being a jerk. His family's letting me stay here, so cut it for now, okay? You can fluff your feathers and strut around like a proud peacoc.k at school, but be nice here," Caster said firmly, his mouth a thin line as he studied his brother, eyebrow raised. Then they seemed to have a silent argument. Pollux didn't want to apologize, and thought itd make him weak. Caster wanted him to suck it up. Of course Caster won after about five minutes of complete silence and Pollux huffed out a half hearted apology to Hugo, a scowl on his face.

At the apology the twins exchanged an odd look. Unfortunately the accusation was too close to what had happened. Their mother had some... violent tendencies when she got angry, and she was beyond livid at the fact that Caster was playing nice with one of the Golden Trios children. He swallowed, but offered a small, nervous smile to his friend. Pollux just rolled his eyes, letting out an annoyed huff.

"Well you should stop making assumptions on our family. We might have a bad reputation but we wouldn't hurt our own," he growled out before Caster could even speak. Caster knew the deal, though. They still had to protect the family, and what happened there stayed there.

The smaller twin offered his friend a sheepish look, as if he were apologizing for his brother, before backing away as the dark haired boy entered and put Hugo in a headlock. Pollux seemed to bristle at the comment, knowing their chaotic relationship. Scorpius and James hated each other with a passion, and was still sore about the duel that went horribly wrong.

"If I did he'd figure out where you live and-"
"Pollux," Caster warned, raising an eyebrow at his hot headed twin.

Casters eyes widened a little bit at the comment of Pollux being kicked out. He bit his lip, hurt flickering through his features at thenthought of his mother kicking him out of the house. It still clawed at his heart, the fact that a friendship was apparently worth more than his family. He hadn't been given a choice, either. It was like him being friendly with Hugo was some kind of huge sin, and he couldn't get the sight of his mothers disgusted face at the hint of them being more than friends out of his head.

Pollux let out a soft snarl, whipping out his want at the sight of the hurt look at James' comment, and it was only Caster grabbing his wrist that stopped him from breaking the rules and hexing James. He bit his lip and stared at his twin, clearly ready to argue before he shook his head, and, again, the guy yielded. He couldn't say no to his twin, the more level headed one. Instead Pollux listened with a scowl on his face to the description of the pigs tail, and, at that, the smallest hint of a smile touched his features.

"Good. Guess he's not as talented as he thinks he is. Stupid Potter- er, no offense," he added hastily, trying to catch himself around Caster. But then he started to back out, noticing the soft, angry hissing of Mr.Tibbles and he sighed. Pollux already had enough of this family, and silently wished Caster luck. They were too used to the quiet order of their house, not this insanity.

"Look, Terri, I gotta go. Mother will be wondering where I am, but good luck with this lot and I'll see you at school. I love you and take care of yourself, okay?" And Caster nodded, setting his dark grey cat down so he could give his brother a hug. He heard the warning growls from Mr.Tibbles, before the car lost interest and wandered over to Hugo, giving him an unimpressed sniff before seeming to deem him worthy and sat down next to the red head. And after the hug he was gone.

(Lol okay XD I will play them, I think in a lil bit XD Poor Casters gonna be terrified during dinner )

Caster had a rather sad look on his features as Pollux left, trying not to let out a small whimper when he watched the familiar white blonde hair disappear around the corner. This was harder than when they were separated during the sorting, because at least at Hogwarts he could seek out his twin, really his best friend. They might argue all the time, but Pollux was the person who knew him best. He swallowed, rubbing his eye for a moment before turning around, managing a small smile when he saw that Mr. Tibbles was settled next to Hugo.

"Looks like he likes you," He commented, crouching down and scooping the dark grey cat up in his arms. The six year old cat let out a happy mrrrow at his owner picking him up, purring loudly and licking his hand happily. His tail curled up happily, clearly loving on Caster. He scratched the dark cat behind the ear, a smile on his face, his eyes softening considerably.

He heard the comment of him probably not having too much trouble, and he couldn't help but chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck, trying not to look too nervous. He gave a small nod, a little relieved that they won't be all like that.

"Well, what about your dad? " He asked, knowing he wasn't exactly welcome.

(Its a-okay, thats what I've been having to use too XD Well, its my phone but its still a tiny key board with a terrible autoocorect )

Caster nodded a little bit at the reassurance, his shoulders dropping slightly in what seemed to be relief. Of course his already-pale features seemed to lighten even more when his mother called out that it was time for dinner and he flashed Hugo an uncertain look. He just nodded, following the others directions by sticking close to him.

Of cours ehe didn't realize that there were so many people sitting there for diner. There were already five people sitting there, and he knew that there were more to come, and it kind of terrified him if he were to be honest. It was already loud in there, and he couldn't imagine the raucus when everyone sat down. It'd be loud, and chaotic, and he felt the beginning signs of panic as he sat down, seeming to try and hide the anxiety. He kept his back straight and his hands in his lap, staring straight forward so he wouldn't look scared straight (heh).

"Thats Caster? Is he actually a Malfoy? He looks so mousey!" Lily commented to Rose, studying the small, frail boy that sat next to Hugo. His cheeks flushed a pale pink, and his eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced at the other, opening his mouth for a stinging retorted before he realized he was in her home, technically, so he really shouldn't say anything.

Lily blinked, little surprised that Hugo spoke out. She purses her lips a little, looking annoyed at his comment and rolled her eyes.

"Aw, don't get your panties in a twist. I wasn't even insulting him. He really does look harmless," she explained, not realizing that the comment was just s oittle bit offensive to the Malfoy. Caster bristled a little at that, the scowl deepening on his face, glancing over at Hugo. The small nod seemed to be his go-ahead to bring up a retort, so he did so.

"Don't judge a book by its cover. I'm pretty good with my wand," he grumped, finding the still nicest thing he could say. He didn't want to get kicked out. Lily raised an ryebrow, a small smirk on her features.

Then the food came and Hugo's parents sat down, and Caster tensed, watching Hugo for a hint on what they were supposed to do. Was it a free for all? Was there a prayer? Was it buffet style? Caster couldn't tell and didn't want to be thrown off guard with whatever was going to happen.

Caster shifted a little, offering Hugo a large grin, wanting him to not worry so much about him. He fixed his glasses again, forcing his shoulders to relax as he took scoops of the food given. It really did smell heavenly, and had
Some kind of homey feel to it that he'd never gotten eating at home. It was always made by chefs, and they had to be professional. So no stereotypical home made good for Caster.

He started in on the green beans first, taking a few cautious bites, befor realizif they tasted delicious and pretty much scarfing it down. He had a ton of food on his plate, something he apparently had in common with Ron: he had an endless stomach. Even if the food tasted like poison he'd probably still eat heaps of it.

The chaos seemed to calm down in the house, and it helped Caster relax a little bit. The talking died down to a quiet murmur, everyone focusing on their eating instead of interacting and he greatly appreciated it.

The last two things on his plate contained nuts- one was candied yams with pecans on it, and the other was something with peanuts. Of course r didn't realize this, and scooped a spoonful of the sweet desert with peanuts into his mouth, not paying attention to what he was eating. He didn't even notice how his throat was tightening, or how his stomach wanted to throw up the offending food from his stomach. He quickly switched over to the yams, though, finishing those first, not noticing how itchy and red his skin had gotten. The Ravenclaw really was clueless.

(See, Casters more of the "oh. Look at that. I can't breathe." Type of person wen it comes to his reactions XD)

The young Malfoy startled when his arm was grabbed and he glanced over, tipping his head to one side before Hugo explained that there were nuts in the dish and he frowned, realizing suddenly he couldn't breath. Well that might be a problem.

He felt like everything was in slow motion now, that he was warthog through a lense or something, opening his mouth and trying to explain that the Epipen was in his pocket, but found that the only thing rhat came out of his mouth were gasps.

Luckily Hugo did find it, hutnit was clear his friend was panicking, he could see the shaking hands as he tried to place the epipen on his thigh. He let out a soft noise, tryitnto tell him not to put it there, but he couldn't get his mouth to work. Okay, so maybe it was time to panic a little bit.

And then something unexpected happened. Fred stepped in amd took the pen away from Hugo, and for a millisecond he thought that he was going to actually die, but the other
Placed the epipen in the right place, shooting the medicine into his body.

It took awhile for Caster to actually be able to respond, then medicine not as immediate as people liked to think, but within a few minutes he was able to take some wheezing breathes, looking a little sheepish at the eyes around him as he slink into his chair.

"Th-thanks," he managed, rubbing his chest in discomfort, his skin still red with hives,'although they were slowly becoming less itchy and red.

It was hard to hide the amusement when he saw how pink Fred had gotten at all the attention. Looked like the Gryffindor was more shy than he let on. He leaned a bit back, looking a little embarrassed at the thought of everyone looking at them. Honestly he didn't like the attention on him, either, but that was fairly well known. He fixed his glasses, looking back at his friend when he pulled the bowls away from him.

"Th-that might be a good idea," he conceddd, looking almost embarrassed at the fact that he had to have it pulled away from him. He slunk back in his seat again, his posture leaving him as he rode off the after affects of his allergic reaction. He nodded in confirmation of what he was allergic too, look a bit embarrassed.

"S-sorry for causing so much trouble, miss," he apologized immediately, hating the fact that he'd caused a rucus. At least the attention was wandering away from him now.

(Ok! Good night! )

Caster blushed a little at the quick brush off of his apology. He did suppose he couldn't help having his allergies, but he still felt guilt at the fact that others had to make different foods around them. He watched as James used the Accio spell and he couldn't help but snicker when he got yelled st. He leaned over, murmuring in Hugo's ear as he grabbed a bowl of food seemed "safe" by Hugo. It was the green beans. He was well on his third plate of food as he watched the others.

"Sometimes I think use of magic outside of school should be based on maturity, not age," he murmured, not jealous of the little trick. Scorpius did this all the time, so now he and Pollux didn't really care that someone could do magic around the house.

He continued eating his plate, although his stomach still wanted to rid itself of the peanuts, knowing it would settle soon. His thin frame was shaking a little, but was calming down now.

Caster choked a bit on the water he had been drinking when his friend made the splinching comment, trying desperately to hide the snort of laughter as he did so. It was actually pretty funny, how mean the other got around his family. He'd never really seen this side of Hugo before.

Of course the muffled snort did not go unnoticed, and Lily was now shooting her the death look. He blinked up st her innocently before reaching for a fourth plate of food, actually careful not to get any with nuts in it. Even though he'd taken his Epipen, the uncomfortable itch of an allergic reaction was coming back and he was rubbing his arms to get rid of the itch as he was eating.

"'M fine, just a little itchy," he explained as he finished his fourth plate, only just beginning to feel a bit full. He was eyeing the green beans again, but saw that Ron had snatched them away, so he was trying to think about what else would be good.

"You know, I'm not that allergic to Pecans. I actually like them, a lot, so if you could pass the candied yams?" He asked, widening his eyes so it really looked like he was begging. His arm was already reaching for them, though, clearly thinking he'd get away with having some of it.

He just wanted a bit more of that sweet stuff, and he usually thought with his stomach, not his head. Which is why he got himself in trouble when it came to his allergies.