Even as Edmund rounds on him, Ienzo seems more interested in the loose tidbit contained in the accusation than Edmund's distrust itself. "Societies?" He's either playing ignorant awfully well, or the rumors really haven't reached his ears. "I hadn't heard."
"But that's interesting..." he frowns, cocking his head and rubbing a forefinger under his lips "What sort of notes could you be referring to?"
"As for my set?" There's a distinct clip to his voice, sharpening for a moment, before he seems to slowly deflate in abandoned defeat, glancing aside. "They're gone." Ienzo says hollowly, so somber that his graduated clique may as well be mistaken for six feet under. "It's just me now."
"That's why they had me change houses." He says suddenly, eyes locked back on Edmund's, speaking more frankly and caustically now on the subject than he has in front of anyone else. "So I could have an appreiation for the whole genuine first-year fagging experience, fair and squarely, at the proper age to be an abused little boy." His lips pull back in a slight sneer, derisive of the system that everyone hates, but evetually accepts. "(But you knew that already, didn't you? Doesn't everyone?)"
Scowling, Ienzo seems to shrug off the subject with a dismissing shake of his head.
"And what of it, if we stole a peek at the old man's papers while we're at it? I wouldn't turn and snitch on you. No point in making enemies among the few sharp ones here. I've no interest in making an archrival of you, Pevensie, no matter how much the Latin professor pits my pronuncion up against yours."
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Date: 2017-01-10 07:04 am (UTC)"But that's interesting..." he frowns, cocking his head and rubbing a forefinger under his lips "What sort of notes could you be referring to?"
"As for my set?" There's a distinct clip to his voice, sharpening for a moment, before he seems to slowly deflate in abandoned defeat, glancing aside. "They're gone." Ienzo says hollowly, so somber that his graduated clique may as well be mistaken for six feet under. "It's just me now."
"That's why they had me change houses." He says suddenly, eyes locked back on Edmund's, speaking more frankly and caustically now on the subject than he has in front of anyone else. "So I could have an appreiation for the whole genuine first-year fagging experience, fair and squarely, at the proper age to be an abused little boy." His lips pull back in a slight sneer, derisive of the system that everyone hates, but evetually accepts. "(But you knew that already, didn't you? Doesn't everyone?)"
Scowling, Ienzo seems to shrug off the subject with a dismissing shake of his head.
"And what of it, if we stole a peek at the old man's papers while we're at it? I wouldn't turn and snitch on you. No point in making enemies among the few sharp ones here. I've no interest in making an archrival of you, Pevensie, no matter how much the Latin professor pits my pronuncion up against yours."