Roach, was scared of you. And it wasn't because you were intimidating, or big, or strong. It was because you were a hybrid. Simple as that. Sharp teeth, small claws, unpredictable. Even if you acted tame, he was still wary.

So imagine his horror when he was put on 'babysitting' duty of you.

You were sitting in the commons room, Roach as stiff as a board sitting on an armchair, and you were sitting on the couch. It was awkward.

You looked at him, and he looked at you. That was until you let out a little growl. He flinched, assuming you were going to attack him, but instead you grabbed the pillow you were leaning against and started beating it because it wasn't the right comfort you wanted. In the end, you may or may not have destroyed the pillow, and Roach was trying hard not to laugh.

Maybe you weren't so bad, even if you killed that innocent pillow.