Jared was the only one there for him at the time, or for a lot of times he needed someone. It was a bit surprising since the two had broke it off months ago. The Slytherin but only a test to try the waters. Orion found out he didn’t just like girls, it was boys too, but he and Jared kept that to themselves, sneaking around.
So when he saw Ian and Skyler together he wasn’t sure what made him so angry. Maybe because the boy had his arm around his best friend, or ex best friend, and they were being cute—which sickened him to watch. It was a trigger to set him and he found himself bullying Ian. Pushing him, calling him names, he had even given the poor boy bruises and ruined many books of his. There was rumor he did it because he liked Skyler and was jealous of the fact Ian had her but it wasn’t true. Orion secretly liked Ian and he didn’t come to that realization until he laid in bed thinking about it.
The Hufflepuff loved listening to that Ravenclaw boy ramble on about the stars. He loved to watch the way his eyes lit up and his smile brightened. He admired the way he carried himself. So why did he hurt him? He looked up before he went to turn the corner but was cut off by Ian. A slight smirk dancing across his features. He moved in the way of Ian when he went to walk around then turned him, pushing him against the wall a bit too roughly. “Class will be there in a few minutes. We’ve got time.”
Ian instantly noticed the smirk. It was in his nature to notice small details about people’s body language. He had watched Sherlock and read about him throughout most of his childhood, Ian found comfort in that, he became a bit too occupied and had learned some of his methods to help him get through the day. Like meditating, listening, there was a major difference between listening and hearing. Most people heard, but if you stopped and listened, you could learn many things, though Orion’s body language was hard to decipher and Ian had stopped trying to a long time ago.
He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat, his palms were starting to sweat which only meant he was getting nervous and his fear was over taking him again. If Ian wanted to, he could easily hit him back, but Ian hated anything that had to do with violence. Mainly because he had been bullied most of his life, he could never even consider doing that to someone else without feeling the guilt eat at him from within, even if that someone else was like Orion who seemed to find pleasure in seeing him squirm in fear.
“Please, Excuse me.” This time, he was pushing it and he didn’t know why. His tone was more demanding but he was scared, terrified, maybe he had grown tired of it. Maybe it was just one of those days that Ian didn’t want to deal with this bullshit. He had enough to deal with during classes, enough to deal with in his own house not to mention with Slytherins. He just didn’t want to deal with it anymore.He went to walk around him when he then found himself against the wall, he groaned in slight pain, bruises he had from other beatings were still healing, it had knocked the breath out of him, he looked up at the blonde, “I-I don’t h-have t-time. Let m-me g-go.” His stutter was back, great.