Rolling in the dirt

In his pervious visit to the Peaceful Wood Casey noticed a cliff that jutted out on the far edge he wanted to check it out so he headed over in the direction hoping that his brother hadn't decided to follow him but was sure that he was involved in one of his own schemes to notice that he was gone. Casey just received another owl from his father threatening him that he would disown him if he didn't change his ways.

When Casey reached the top of the cliff he sat down and looked down at the view and thought that it really was beautiful. To think that he was the only one up here to enjoy it. Suddenly he heard a noise he turned to look but there was nothing there so he just went back to his own thoughts.

He could not help thinking about how much he hated that Rousseau boy Julian he so wanted to get his hands on him with out his brother around this time to break up the fight but he knew better than to go looking for a fight however he would not back down if threatened.

Coming out here to a place with cliffs was a bad idea. And not a very smart one either. He wasn't even near the actual cliffs, and his hands were already starting to sweat. Rubbing them on his pant legs, he ignored the instinct to flee. Nothing was going to happen to him because he went near cliffs.

Shaking his head at his own cowardice as a way of distracting himself as he walked aimlessly, Julian glanced down at the prefect badge on his chest. Being a prefect was great. Being the prefect of the house that was winning the house cup race by over 100? Much, much better. Freezing where the trees gave way to cliffs, Julian squinted towards the peak. Raven? Well, that was one thing that could distract him from the height. But he'd have to actually walk over there to do it.....

Groaning, he muttered a quick apology to Kallie before taking a few steps towards the boy, "Enjoying the view?" he called out.

Casey growled under his breath a little as his peace and quiet was ruined with the sound of Rousseau's voice. 'What is he doing here.' He thought to himself as he stood up to meet the filthy slime bag. He narrowed his eyes a little at Julian when he asked if he was enjoying the view.

"I was until I heard your arrogant little voice Rousseau." He wondered where all this hatred was coming form was it just that he was being pushed to his limit with his father and at school with arrogant little slimes like Rousseau. He knew this was not what he wanted in his fifth year but nothing could of stopped it really his father would keep sending those threatening owls though he might of been able to avoid fights but with all the anger at his father he doubted that they would of not been avoided for long.

Shaking his head, Julian stayed where he was, crossing his arms, "If that was supposed to hurt, you're going to have to try harder. Much, much harder, Raven." Eyes darkening, he rubbed at his throat. God, it was still killing him. And it'd been days since he'd thrown up.

Closing his eyes momentarily, he swallowed hard before reopening them, tilting his head at the Valée in front of him. "Surprised you're here all by yourself. Don't have your brother protecting you anymore?"