Edric Blight
WHOOOO ME?
Chase Crosby
(TW: Just a little trigger warning before hand because I don’t want to upset anyone and this RP is on a public forum. The following post may or may not contain language or insults that are sensitive to some. Please know I don’t condone calling anyone these words or phrases and as someone mentally ill myself, I also do not condone insulting people with mental disabilities. If you do happen to be an outsider reading this RP, please do keep in mind when I use these phrases, I am writing a villain character. It does not reflect my own personal views. Thank you.)
-
Chase couldn’t be any more excited it seemed. His huge smile, bouncy body language, and inability to keep still were the sure signs that the Gryffindor boy was elated to be the new team captain. He just had to share the great news with his girlfriend. Chase’s heart fluttered as Grace have him a quick peck on the lips and expressed how proud of him she was. He was overwhelmed with joy. The young Gryffindor boy couldn’t stay still as he bounced a little on his feet eagerly as he stood there in front of Grace. His eyebrows raised at the prospect of Grace treating him to a nice little dinner in honor of his promotion.
“Oh boy! A nice dinner? Like- like a date?” Chase asked happily. “Thank you so much Grace! I’m so happy you’re proud! I’m so glad I made captain!” he said cheerfully. “And a dinner to celebrate sounds perfect!” said Chase with a grin. He was happy, his girlfriend was proud- he could only imagine how his parents, specially his father, would react to the news. Surely they’d be proud! Chase was following in Andrew’s footsteps! This had to make Chase a worthy Crosby now, he thought. Maybe Thomas was wrong- Chase WAS amounting to something. In this moment though, it truly seemed that the smile was virtually impossible to wipe off of Chase’s face. As he stood there excitedly celebrating with Grace, the one person who could wipe the smile clean off Chase’s face at any time approached….
Unbeknownst to Chase, as his back was towards them as he faced Grace, his older brother Thomas Crosby and a group of his Slytherin gang (consisting of mostly a few fellow Slytherin Quidditch teammates) were walking to the Great Hall to get something to eat. But they stopped as their leader Thomas stopped, Tom noticing something near the entrance that gave him some pause. Tom raised and eyebrow as he saw an excited looking brown haired boy dressed in Gryffindor Quidditch robes. That was a bit odd, as usually players didn’t just wear their Quidditch uniform around the school. But Thomas immediately recognized the back of the brown headed hair and the height of the boy. That soft brown hair that looked near identical to his own. It was his little brother- Chase Crosby. After his few second pause, Thomas got an idea as he smirked and motioned for his Slytherin posse to follow him, approaching his brother from behind.
Chase was happily celebrating and looking at his girlfriend, grinning from ear to ear and it seemed like nothing could ever dampen his great mood. All of a sudden, Chase heard a familiar voice from behind that made his blood run cold. “I’d take those Quidditch robes off, Chase, you look like a bloody fool,” said the arrogant voice of Thomas. Chase immediately froze, his body tending up as his eyes widened and he turned around to see his older brother and his group of Slytherin friends behind him. Great, just what he needed- his asshole brother to ruin the mood. The smile was wiped right off of Chase’s face in that moment. Thomas sneered and raised his nose up like he was full of himself and superior as he smirked, only encouraged further by the snickers coming from behind him from the members of his posse.
“Is this some sort of fashion statement?” Thomas asked sarcastically, “Or are you so full of yourself that you think wearing your Quidditch robes around the school is ‘cool,’ eh?” spat Tom. This garnered a few more supporting snickers from his posse behind him. Thomas crossed his arms and stood confidently in front of Chase. Chase, the slightly smaller boy, didn’t look so happy and confident anymore. He looked almost cowardly in the presence of his arrogant and taller older brother. “If I were you, I wouldn’t so proudly wear the robes of a team that’s been shit for years and one that has a sped for a seeker,” said Thomas harshly with a sneer. Chase’s eyes widened as his mouth opened a bit, stunned, as his blushed with embarrassment from Thomas’ insult. He was also particularly embarrassed he was getting berated like this in front of his own girlfriend.
Thomas then seemed to pause as the smirk faded from his face and he raised an eyebrow, looking at Chase’s chest. It was then that he saw Chase was dawning the captain’s “C” on his Quidditch robes. They had made Chase captain of the Gryffindor team, just like their father was many years ago! It made Thomas’ blood boil as he seethed in jealousy. He was good at hiding it but he was secretly very envious, and felt a twinge of rage inside of him. Now, Thomas didn’t have this over Chase anymore- that being the fact that Tom was the captain of his team and Chase wasn’t. That Thomas had followed in their father’s footsteps and Chase hadn’t. Now, his little brother had finally achieved his goal and now rivaled his older brother and father. Thomas didn’t even care about all of the championships he had won over his brother. Now, Chase had essentially reached his and their father’s level.
What made this all worse was the fact that Chase had done this in the house of Gryffindor- their father’s very house back when he went to Hogwarts. The very house Andrew Crosby became the seeker, captain, and multi-title Quidditch champion for. Sure, Thomas had the captaincy, the seeker position, and even many championships to rival his own father, but it was all done as a Slytherin. Thomas was no doubt a proud Slytherin, but secretly deep down inside of himself, he was disappointed that he was different from the rest of his family. That he hadn’t been sorted into Gryffindor like most of not all Crosby’s in the past- including his mother and father. When Chase achieved what he couldn’t and was sorted into Gryffindor his first year, Thomas’ precious love for his brother turned into a sudden resentment out of jealousy. To him, Chase was just a stain on him and would make him look bad. He had always feared and known one day, his brother would be good enough to become seeker and even captain. Now- that day was here, and Thomas hated it. He knew what was next- a championship run for Chase and the Gryffindor team. That would be a final blow to Thomas’ ego. But, Tom was determined to hide these feelings of envy deep down as he had been for many years.
At the end of the day, yes, Thomas still felt some degree of love for the little baby brother he had loved so dearly for about 11 years. But those feelings of love were buried so deep inside of his heart and hidden away, covered by feelings of jealousy towards Chase that presented themselves in the form of outward resentment towards the youngest Crosby. Thomas would never admit or make it known though that he was secretly jealous of his brother and why. Somewhere deep inside of Tom though, he wished he were a Gryffindor and he was incredibly jealous that Chase was sorted into their father’s house. In order to hide his jealousy of not being a Gryffindor, he became the quintessential definition of a pure blooded Slytherin. Thomas became particularly proud to be Slytherin and viewed him and his Slytherin housemates as superior to all the other three houses at Hogwarts. He often outwardly expressed his pride that he was a Slytherin and only spoke highly of the house of the serpent, and only insulting the other 3 houses- especially Gryffindor. But it was all to compensate for his bitter envy deep down inside of him. Thomas analyzed the captain’s “C” on Chase’s chest for a brief moment, his face stone cold as he hid his anger. Thomas then scrunched his face up with disgust and smirked arrogantly, returning back to his usual cocky bully self.
“Oh look!” said Thomas sarcastically, smirking, “It appears they’ve made the little bugger their captain!” Tom pointed out, a devious grin on his face as his Slytherin posse took notice and whispered among themselves, some goons chuckling in support of their leader. “I didn’t know they were giving spastic monkeys the captaincy in Gryffindor these days!” Thomas said, smirking and grinning, pleased with his insult as his Slytherin posse broke out in laughter at his little brother. Chase looked demoralized and hurt now, his stomach sinking and his heart feeling heavy as well. His brother’s insults had really got to him. The poor Gryffindor boy felt like he was just punched in the gut. Words certainly hurt. “Don’t let it get to your head, Chase,” spat Tom, “They probably only promoted you because they felt bad for you because you’re clearly a retard,” he said. Of course, this got some more sniggering from the Slytherin gang behind him.
Thomas stood there with his arms crossed, smirking arrogantly as he looked down at his little brother, who he could tell he deeply hurt- as was his goal. It made Thomas feel better about himself. “What’s the matter? Not gonna speak up Chase? Can’t defend yourself because you know it’s all true?” Thomas asked in a mocking tone that faked pity for Chase. Chase’s brow furrowed as his face got red and he felt a lump form in his throat as he tried his hardest to hold back tears. “Just piss off, Tom!” Chase yelled, his voice cracking, “What’s your deal? I haven’t done anything to you!” he shouted to his older brother. Thomas just smirked again and rolled his eyes, “Oh come on Chasey, don’t CRY,” sneered Tom. “You clearly can’t handle something like being the captain of a Quidditch team,” he said. “It’s a bloody good thing the rest of your team are a bunch of incompetent clowns just like you!” Thomas chirped. Again, his Slytherin posse laughed wildly at this.
Thomas’ smirk then faded as it turned to a look of disgust and disdain down at Chase. “Come on!” commanded Tom gritting his teeth, motioning for his Slytherin posse to follow him. “He’s not worth our time,” said Thomas, glaring at Chase. “He’ll never amount to anything and he knows it,” spat Tom before he left, “He’ll ALWAYS be a sorry excuse for a Crosby and a stain on this family…” said Thomas as he turned away from Chase and motioned for his gang to follow him. His Slytherin friends obliged, following Thomas into the Great Hall as he led them away. With Thomas and his posse of Slytherin goons gone, it was now just Chase and Grace standing there just outside the entrance to the Great Hall.
Chase looked utterly crushed, defeated, and demoralized. His older brother’s harsh insults and words for him broke his heart and his great mood was dampened, his achievement over shadowed by his encounter with Thomas. Chase didn’t turn back to face Grace yet, mostly because he was embarrassed of himself and how his brother had insulted him, and how sad he looked now because the insults hurled at him indeed did get to him. He was deeply affected and clearly hurt now. Chase just frowned, gulping as he felt the lump in his throat and held back tears. He wanted to cry so badly but knew he couldn’t- especially not in front of Grace. That would be pathetic, he thought.