Recent content by Corn Seymour VII

Cornelius' blood ran cold when he realised Vanity was packing up, she was leaving, and he had ruined things on a profound, heretofore unmatched scale. Now that was a real talent. "F*ck, wait, no, I'm sorry, you're right, I'm being a useless sack of sh*t about this, I'll - it's whatever...

"Oh, I never thought of f*cking trying!" Cornelius snapped back. "Sure, I spent hours with all the tutors my parents spent a fortune on, but I never considered trying!" He couldn't quite believe himself - he wanted to impress Vanity, but his off switch was a lot harder to flip than the on...

Cornelius blinked at Vanity, taking in her words in slight disbelief. If he was smoother he probably would have agreed with her or something - said anything that would actually settle the situation, but smooth was yet another thing he did not have going for him. "That's easy to say when you're...

Cornelius shrugged, looking down at his grass-stained fingers again. "I've never been allowed to want anything else." He admitted quietly. "And I wouldn't know where to start. I'm not good at anything, I'm not handsome, nobody likes me, I've got basically no prospects at all. The current...

Cornelius snorted when Vanity mentioned his plans, pushing over the pile of grass he'd gradually been building. "Won't ever happen now. Failed the entire family. Seven generations of Cornelius Seymours, all serving as top Aurors, being heroic, fighting in wars, all that sort of rubbish, and...

"Oh." Gay wasn't a thing Cornelius ever would have associated with someone like Holden Marshall, but what had the last year been for but teaching him that the things he assumed were usually bullsh*t? If Holden Marshall was captain of the pride parade now, then... well, stranger things had...

Cornelius couldn't hide the drop of his face at the mention of Gryffindor, old frustrations and resentments trickling in. "Is that why you hang around Holden Marshall?" He asked, trying and failing not to sound jealous. "Even though he's a huge brute?" He shrugged at her comments about...

A bolt of tension seized Cornelius as Vanity mentioned her sister, locking up at once. Sh*t - he hadn't even thought to remember which houses her siblings were in. Thankfully he had somehow managed not to completely step in it, and he felt his nerves unknit one by one. "Well, better than the...

Cornelius snorted at the suggestion, idly ripping at the grass between them and piling it up with one hand. "Bunch of tree-hugging idiots." He rolled his eyes, glancing down at the drawing again. Still sublime. "Suppose we should be thankful for Castillo, then." Given the option, it wasn't...

Somehow at the end of the year, Cornelius was almost okay with having been held back. Almost. Sure, his future was ruined and his family were barely speaking to him, but... why couldn't he have been a year younger? Maybe he wouldn't have been a complete f*ckup and ruined his life if he had...

Cornelius hated school dances. And yet here he was, winding up at one yet again, eyes scanning the crowd in a way that even he could tell wasn't nearly as subtle as he would like. It had been difficult working up the strength to leave his bed on a daily basis, the humiliation of being held...

Cornelius felt... not giddy, exactly. Giddy was the wrong word, really. He felt euphoric, but there was a clarity to it, a clear line to whatever he should be doing next. He hadn't ever felt this clear before, not really, and it was an intoxicating feeling. As the lesson let out he felt...