The Prisoners Son

Bottled Emotions

He waited for the sun to rise before getting up, moving his way passed sleeping students and towards the exit. He was tired, and he just wanted to go back to his dorm to shower and change before starting his day. As far as he was aware no one had found any sign of his father last night, he hoped that remained the case.

A few other students had the same idea apparently, but none of them said a word to him. He headed to his dorm, having a hot shower, and looking over his injuries from last night. His face looked worse than it felt.. Kinda. He had a cut across his right eyebrow and a matching black eye, as well as a cut lip on his left side. The right side of his ribs were bruised badly, and made him wince with every small movement. Brushing it off he got changed, and headed down to see if the hall had been switched back yet. He should have  probably headed to see Madam Pomfrey but honestly, he felt he could deal with whatever pain the injuries caused, if they were still sore before the quidditch practice at the weekend then he'd get them checked.

The Great Hall was backed, the tables were already back in their normal places, it was hard to believe that just under and hour ago it was filled with hundreds of sleeping students. He sat himself at the end of the Slytherin table, keeping his head down. He decided last night that it was best that he kept to himself. He didn't want to drag anyone else into this, especially his friends.

As if on cue Theo, Enzo and Rowan slid next to him. "When did you get ready? We went to the dorms and you were already gone." Theo hummed, reaching over to serve himself some porridge.

Enzo and Rowan loaded their plates with pancakes, but all of them had eyes on their friend. They were concerned, and it wasn't helping that he looked like he hadn't slept a wink.

"Yeah, come on, Kai. You should have waited for us. We all did a book trade, I left 'The Good Omens' on your bed since you finished 'IT'." Enzo smiled softly, trying to lighten his friends mood a little.

"You should stay away from me, guys. You saw what happened last night. Just.. Don't get yourself in the middle of it, please." Kai pleaded, looking down at his breakfast with a sigh, he wasn't sure he was even hungry.

"Ew, don't go all high and mighty Gryffindor on us. Put the hero complex down right now, and wake up. We are here for you, Kai. All of us. This whole table of students." Enzo said, gesturing down to the other students who seemed to be sitting towards the back half of the table, closer to him and his friends. "We get that it is hard right now, but all of us sat on this table.. We don't care about the rumours. We all know who you really are."

Kai looked to Theo and Rowan who nodded in agreement. Closing his eyes he nodded. He didn't know if he trusted that everyone at the Slytherin table would have his back, but he knew Enzo was right, now was not the time to tryout a hero complex. He needed his friends and the other Slytherins more than he cared to admit.

"Ok, ok. I'm sorry, Enzo." he sighed softly, though it was an open apology to all of them, "I've only got one more week of detention, and then I'll make it up to you.. That is unless Snape or McGonagall decide to add extra weeks because of last night." he shrugged, pushing away his bowl of porridge.

"They shouldn't do, you only swung at him once and that was in defence, if he'd done that to me he'd be in the hospital wing half dead." Enzo growled, clearly still pissed off about being held back, "I wanted to send him there last night. "Gryffindors are the first to preach about Slytherins being prejudice but they are the worst for it when it comes to hating anyone from this house." he grumbled, glaring over at the other houses table.

"Relax, Enz." Rowan said calmly, "Save it for the quidditch field if you must. Though I think Draco is still dragging out his arm 'injury'."

"Felix said if Draco doesn't pull his shit together he is replacing him with someone else, he doesn't want to miss another game." Theo interjected, taking a sip of his orange juice.