5th Floor Common Room, Monday Early Evening

[intraspective]

Really, she ought to be asleep despite the ridiculously early hour. A weekend spent with little sleep and using loads of energy meant by all rights that she should be dead to the world at the moment. Ino had spent about an hour after her last class staring up at the ceiling before giving that idea up for a lost cause and wandered out to the common room to see what she could find that was entertaining enough to keep her from getting bored.

Normally Ino wasn't much of one for movies, but poking around turned up The Continuous Tale and it looked interesting enough for her to stare at while she tried to convince herself to unwind enough to actually sleep. Score!

That decided on, she made popcorn (because if she was going to do this movie thing, she was going to do it right) and curled up on the couch, hitting play. And, okay, maybe snuggle into a blanket as well. That counted as part of the whole movie thing, right? Right?

It totally did. She could even be convinced to share, if asked nicely.

[Ooopen as a common room is, yes!]

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[wwiii]

That was almost a laugh, there. A soft exhale and a smile as Warren lifted a hand to swat at the ballistic snack foods.

"I know, I know. Here is different. If people beat it into my head enough, I might even start to act like I believe it."

Eventually. Or something.

[intraspective]

"But you won't really believe it?" Ino asked, tilting her head. "Seems a bit lonely, I guess."

[wwiii]

"Yeah, well." And now Warren was going to have to pick the popcorn out of his lap, eye it for a moment, and then shrug and pop it into his mouth. It was still good, whatever. "You don't spend half of your life hiding what you are without getting used to being at least a little lonely, I suppose."

[intraspective]

"Why do you have to hide?"

It was blunt, but hey. Blunt worked sometimes.

"I mean--you've got wings. That's shiny. I'd expect stares and stuff but what's with the hate?"

[wwiii]

"I know, it's not like that here, but... Where I'm from, people tend to fear what they don't understand." Warren shrugged. "Some people who develop powers are a lot more dangerous than the kid with the wings. I guess people just don't want to take the risk."

All in all, he hadn't had it so bad. He'd had to hide, he'd had to tuck his proverbial tail between his legs and pretend that he was just like everyone else. But at the end of the day, he still had a home to go back to and a father who cared.

... Even if his father was kind of awful at showing it.

[intraspective]

She picked at her sleeve for a moment. Might've been lint, might've been nothing.

"Don't it seem kinda... I don't know... dumb to make people with powers hate you, the average person you, 'cause they're scared? Won't that just make the dangerous people more likely to lash out?"

[wwiii]

"Nobody ever said that fear had to be smart." He shrugged. That was always just how it was. It was stupid, maybe, but... "What am I supposed to do about it?"

[intraspective]

"I didn't say you had to do anything 'bout it," she pointed out. "I just asked a question."

[wwiii]

Warren looked at her quizzically for a moment at that. And then he relented, smiled, and looked down at the popcorn in his lap again.

"Then yeah, you're right. It is stupid."

[intraspective]

"I'm always right," she teased. "Better believe it."

Or not.