Another Angry German

Lysander glanced to the side at his brother as McGonagall addressed him, obviously using his first name as opposed to their last to keep from causing any confusion as to which twin she was speaking to specifically. He grasped hold of his brother’s hand tightly, not caring if it looked a bit odd for a pair of fourteen-and-a-half year old boys to be doing such a thing. His face was set, turned directly forwards, but his eyes lingered upon Lorcan, able to read his twin's emotions simply by his body language alone. He could still feel the raging heat of anger emanating from his identical counter-part, and gently squeezing his brother's hand twice. 'Calm down.' it said, as two squeezes always had from the time they were little. That or 'I'm here.' Had it been three it would have been a simple 'I love you.' but that was rarely used, for Lysander much preferred expressing that as openly, and loudly, as possible despite who might be around. It was something the twins' mother had taught them when they had still been incredibly small, not yet able to speak the words needed to express oneself. She had matched words to her squeezes and the boys had easily picked up on it, responding in the same to her, but more specifically, and commonly, with each other as they were almost never apart.

When Lorcan finished speaking and McGonagall turned her eyes to him, Lysander blinked, his own gaze shifting away from his moon-kin to the stern woman. He stared back at her, unabashedly, still keeping a firm hold upon his brother's hand. He nodded before opening his mouth, resolved. ”Professor, I must admit, it was really just a fairly silly debate about blood statuses in the beginning. Obviously there is a bit of... disagreement upon the topic between some of our number here, though I must say, I quite agree with Falkenwrath on the subject of it being rather pointless as an argument. The more it gets brought up the more animosity it creates and that's... We should all just be grateful that we've been born this way, not argue about how or why or who is better simply based upon how far back you can track your magical ancestry. But when Lorcan got involved he was only trying to protect....” Lysander paused, his eyes glancing slightly sideways at Julien, Johiah, Robert, and the little redhead who was continually grasping and releasing the edge of her chair, her arms shaking in a way that indicated she was not too far from having one of her anxiety attacks. The Hufflepuff gulped and shook his head, returning his eyes to the Headmistress. He would not bring up Lily, same as his brother, although he almost had. The girl was already on edge enough without having her name mentioned. ”Those who spoke were simply standing up for their beliefs, Professor. Tensions only increased after Julien spoke ill of our beautiful mother. I intervened, but only because I was afraid Julien was going to harm my Lorcan and that was when Falkenwrath stepped in to yell at us all. I do believe he called us... Well, I'm not going to repeat it as it was quite rude, but admittedly appropriate at the time... Now, if you would excuse me for just one moment, Professor.”

Lysander pushed upwards from his seat, dropping Lorcan's hand and striding across the row of students without waiting for permission. He grabbed hold of Lily's upper arms and lifted her from her chair, but only to flop back down it himself. He tugged the smaller Hufflepuff into his lap, wrapping both arms tightly around her and leaning so his chin was resting gently upon her shoulder. Her quaking slowed as did her breathing, but her eyes still remained quite on her dangling feet. Lily was grateful for it though, this little comfort given by one of her boys regardless of what the Headmistress thought of it or the sudden daggers Robert was glaring at the pair of them. She closed her eyes, focusing on the strength of Lys's arms locked tightly around her own, pinning them to her sides and the rest of her to his chest.

”Breathe.” The blonde boy whispered, though he was not as adept at calming his friend as Lorcan was, but the moonlit twin seemed to be quite preoccupied with the situation at hand and Lysander hadn't been able to stand it a second longer. Watching Lily shake was like feeling the wind blow just before the storm came in. You knew what was coming and if you didn't get inside, you were going to end up all wet. It was the same, only instead of rain, you'd have a crying ball of a girl. She'd gotten a lot better and held herself together much longer than she used to, but in the off chance... Well, Lysander would much rather save her the embarrassment before it got that far. In this case, he wouldn't have blamed her. Lily hadn't gotten in trouble at school in... well, ever really and she hadn't even done anything but be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

”Professor! This can't be considered even remotely appropriate.” Robert flailed one arm outwards in the direction of the two Hufflepuffs, obviously disgruntled by their closeness despite the fact that there was nothing more between them than a close bond of friendship. Oh, how he hated those stupid Scamanders and the way LilyPotter trailed after them. It was absolutely ridiculous for a girl that pretty to be traipsing around with a pair of nutters. Why, the Ravenclaw always seemed to have paint on himself somewhere, like he didn't bother to wash properly, and ugh, the other one ran about barefoot most of the time. How impossibly improper! Robert wasn't entirely sure which was which, not caring to properly remember their names aside from that they both started with an 'L.' Furthermore, he did not like the way the Ravenclaw one looked at LilyPotter. It was plainly obvious to anyone within a mile's distance of the pair what that boy actually thought of the redhead. Well, not if Robert had his say, not ever.

”Sorry, Professor.” Lily whispered, her green eyes still quite locked on her feet. Oh she had never felt so ashamed in her life. This was awful. How had they ended up here, in the Headmistress's office of all places? The argument in the Great Hall seemed to have passed in a bit of a blur. She had been so happy that morning, looking forward to the muffins and then it had gotten even better when Robert had joined them over at their table, but then... Well, she couldn't really blame Joey for wanting to get some support against her brother. The older of the Dumere pair could be quite forceful with his words and it was obvious he didn't like the friends Johiah had chosen. ”Robert's right, though, Lys.” The redhead shifted, releasing herself from her best mate's grasp, though he let her go with ease, nodding. She moved, crossing the floor to take the chair Lysander had abandoned. She reached out, grabbing hold of Lorcan's hand, her own searching until she'd slipped her pinky to lock around his, unable to hold his hand very well when his were so large and hers so small. They'd probably fit better once she grew some more, but for now, this was easier.