There was no point in trying to vie for his sister’s attention. Elijah may have wanted it but he knew he didn’t need it. Her absence in his life had not affected him in slightest. Although she was his sister she meant very little to him. Of course naturally he strove to protect her but that did not seem as important as perhaps it should have been. She could run to their parents without fear of repetitive verbal lashings. She had them. He wasn’t trying to make himself out to be someone who had suffered but he had suffered. That was the point. He couldn’t stand to be in their presence. Cecilia was a carbon copy of their mother except too naive to really put their mother’s personality to use. Elijah...well he often wondered if he was adopted but he could see Viktor in him so there wasn’t a chance unfortunately.
Throwing his bread down, Elijah got up. He took his bag out from underneath the table and slung it over his shoulders. He took an apple from the fruit bowl and straightened himself up, levelling his gaze on his sister and Ezra. Elijah was Pureblood haughtiness personified at this point in time. He had an air about him that oozed superiority and gave off the idea that he believed he was better than everyone else. He didn’t handle dislike well and he didn’t like being baited. He removed himself from situations he wasn’t in control of, like now for example. So, Elijah walked past the two, throwing over his shoulder, “I hope you have a nice life together,” as he left the Great Hall, leaving before his sister could reach the door having decided to be the one to remove himself.
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