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Fandom Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (rp)










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Slytherin



FUNAI REN.













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Bitter











outfit

Clicky











location

Outside > Honeydukes











interactions

Otto + Victor











tags

fairyfawn fairyfawn + Harrowhark Harrowhark















“You are lucky that I do not strike you down on this very spot, Otto the Prefect.” Defensive once more the unstoppable urge to take everything personally. “I have many brain cells. The most.”

It was safe to say, Ren did not have the most brain cells. Outside of favorite classes his grades were very poor. He didn’t study anything of disinterest and opening a book was a rare occasion. A rare occasion that was followed with having a lazy nap by the second chapter. Parchment was nice to lay on.

For somebody claiming to be the best at everything, he really wasn’t. Leaving Mahoutokoro had plummeted his grades and left him floundering in most subjects. He’d been at Hogwarts for a year but everything was still hard to adjust to. A prime example was the weather and his attire. It was more humid back at Mahoutokoro. Nothing he owned was very suitable for this type of cold, which another Slytherin beater had taken note of. Victor offered his jacket.

Ren blinked, eyes shifting to the side in deep contemplation.
Yes. He wanted the jacket.
No, his pride couldn’t allow being helped.
But yes, it had been worded selectively.

A conclusion was found that it would not be a stab to his honour to accept such a thing.

“It is a nice jacket..” Ren mumbled, doing his best to act inconspicuous. He stepped closer to ease the item from Victor’s shoulders with sly fingers.
“I guess I can hold it.” He was doing a favour for Victor. Politely looking after the jacket for him. How nice of Ren. “You should be grateful. Don't complain when you get cold.”

The colour was not appreciated, but after pulling the jacket on he found the green to be irrelevant. Not only was it another layer of protection from the sub-zero wind, but the citrus and deep wood scent still clung to the fabric. Mellow and calming. How foolish, Ren thought smugly, easing into the warm remnants of where Victor had been moments before. This jacket was now his.

An idea arrived that perhaps he should always attend Hogsmeade in inappropriate attire, just to mooch articles of clothing from the pair. It was a robbery in broad daylight. A successful one at that.

“I won’t catch death.” He responded to Otto, the same ego accompanied with a very dense, “I will dodge it.” Ren’s direct manner was not built for idioms. Even sarcasm was sometimes taken quite literally.

Then to nobody’s surprise, Otto was rambling about Honeydukes. The sweet tooth in their midst was no secret, making Ren’s eyes narrow towards him. Being a vegetarian had Ren rather caught up on the fruits and vegetables type deal. Not a shared attraction to a diet of candy.

“Your teeth will rot and you will perish.” Not that he cared if Otto's teeth fell out- because that would imply Ren cared... Which he did not. Just mildly hindered. With no teeth Ren would have to force feed Otto liquid sustenance instead. No more shoving tofu or steamed potato near his face. “Mhm.” Ren hummed a noise of amusement, yet didn’t smile. “You’re going to die.”

Otto said he was doing absolutely great. Of course he was. He was great at everything. The compliment even appeared to make Ren straighten slightly. Proud despite the frozen bite against skin.

“I know-” A confident response that shrivelled and died upon hearing the second half. If you’re cold, go warm up. Insulted, he took a menacing step towards Otto.

“I have never been cold in my life.” Ren whispered, followed by a completely absent minded, “I am hot.” Blunt mannerisms overlooked tactful wordplay, often blind to very awkward sentences. “Say it.” He reached a cold hand and tugged at Otto's sleeve. “Say I am the most hot.” Ren was dead serious as well, something he was not going to allow to lay down and die. Otto must be corrected on such a silly statement. Ren’s power ego must be fuelled.

Victor had decided on Spintwitches, but did not invite them. It faltered Ren to see the male move off and disappear into the shop. Alone. Assumptions were beginning to brew below the surface, curling tendrils of mistrust. Victor seemed eager to be separated from them. It gave rise to suspicion and Ren was bothered by it; Unknown to the fact that the guy just didn’t want to be a burden.

It was a tendency to assume the worst of people.

Not wishing to dawdle out in the snow he took the initiative to grab Otto by the upper arm to pull him towards Honeydukes. The faster they got their shopping done the faster he could get back to Hogwarts and laze out in front of the fire. He passed the window of jars filled with diabetes- Pepper Imps and Ice Mice and Cauldron Cakes aplenty. Otto’s heaven.

Entering Honeydukes hit Ren’s skin with a wave of warmth. No longer bracing the elements was pleasing, but the crowded space and brush of others squeezing by was not welcomed. He stepped closer to Otto’s side, keeping his hand to his arm and sinking his nails into the sweater with absentminded apprehension. To be abandoned in this horribly packed shop would be a nightmare. Ren did not like the bustle of people. He didn’t even like sweets that much.

Despite the evident hatred, his eyes landed on the collection of Toothflossing Stringmints. One of the few things in here that would benefit the body. Good for the teeth. On the premise that Otto would need them he slipped a small container of it into his pocket. Shoplifting from Honeydukes wasn’t what he’d like to be doing, but not much was of value to him in Hogsmeade.

"I don't like it here." He announced to Otto as if Ren's distaste was hard to notice. "Be quick or die."


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  • how they’re feeling...



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Nikolai



Smart-Ass Veela













Nikolai smirked as Rikki had the gall to wager with them. It wasn’t every day someone haggled with them like this. It was one of the things they liked about Rikki. However, firewhiskey wasn’t a fair price for simply not complaining. This gamble did manage to entregue them a bit though.
“For you my friend, anything, but you’ll have to be really good for a prize like that.”
They took a look at the cat near their feet before lifting her and giving her a quick kiss on the head,
“I think you’ve earned yourself those treats though.”


Nikolai held onto Daisy a few moments longer before setting her down to ascend the stairs. It was amusing how Rikki tried to play them. A lot of wizards would be too scared to act this way around a Veela. Once out the door, Nikolai had pondered the bid quite enough,
“What’s there to say I don’t reject your company and find another pretty thing to occupy my time? I’m sure someone could easily be bribed to enjoy my company with far less.”
The question was easily rhetorical. How boring would it be to hang out with someone who only agreed with your every word? But if Rikki was going to start this game, Nikolai was going to end it.
They were in no rush to be much of anywhere, simply to have a nice afternoon. As far as weather went, this wasn’t too bad. His sweater was warm enough and the snow was barely a flurry. Though Nikolai could see their breath in front of them, their face was barely reddened yet.
“I’m sure you’ll earn that drink, one way or another,”
Nikolai confirmed. There must be something Rikki could exchange, something more than just playing nice. Maybe they could even make this a little more exciting.

Nikolai made their way down the road, a plan formed in their head. They were milking this day for sure. After they made sure Rikki was still behind them before pushing the door open to Zonko’s joke shop. He didn’t particularly care for these childish tricks, but he knew Rikki didn’t either. This could be fun.













































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Ravenclaw Prefect



GRAYSON LAVICCHI.













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Mild what the fuck











outfit

Clicky











location

Hogwarts courtyard > Towards Hogsmeade











interactions

River











tags

qunqun qunqun















“A Mosquito.” He repeated dryly, not enthused about such a comparison. He would’ve liked something a little bit... Cooler. He didn’t expect anything crazy like a tiger or an eagle... but really.

A fucking mosquito.

Being compared to blood sucking vermin was not a compliment in the slightest. Nobody liked mosquitos. Then he supposed it made some sense- not many people liked him as a prefect either.

The mosquito comment was followed by being called their ‘silver crow’. It could be worse, he reminded himself. Just take it as a form of endearment. A form of very strange endearment. River’s silver crow. A mosquito. How nice.

Finally Pinky recoiled, returning the much appreciated space between them. The clumsy stagger was noted and met with a tired sigh. Just keep the drunk out of trouble. Who knows what River would get up to when left to their own devices. Grayson could only picture a raccoon hungrily chewing through electricity cables.

As strange as River was, they appeared to be harmless. Excluding the Aphrodite comment from the snakes.

‘Well tell them to fuck off.’ Was the first thing that came to mind, but he repressed that with a tensed jaw. Prefects do not cuss. He was a good boy. He was not going to swear at scaled worms and act in such an undignified manner. Tell the snakes to please depart, would be more suited. Tell them to mind their flat-nosed business.

He drew the conclusion the serpents were probably the aforementioned seekers, and that River had the ability to communicate with them. Either that or River only imagined speaking to them, something that didn’t seem too far fetched when one stared at the crazed Ravenclaw. Everything had to be said in some ridiculously complicated verse.

River pointed a finger at him. Another curt smack of a Fir wand. Touchy.

“Don’t point.” Grayson was a despotic ruler.

Ironically, one of the few things Grayson understood is what River felt the need to simplify. Couldn’t dumb down the whole ‘Be wary of the Valentine Marks’ thing. That would be too convenient. He glanced at the black and white snakes coiled at River’s neck, not enjoying their intrusive stare. Of course on Hogsmeade weekends River was free to dress how they liked. The rule recitation was more in subtle hope they would change into something a little less… Messy. Grayson didn’t have expectations that River’s casual wear was in better health, but it was nice to dream. He just wished if one was to represent the Hogwarts uniform in public, it wasn’t in that condition.

With the offer, Grayson figured perhaps they needed assistance getting around Hogsmeade. Maybe they even wanted Grayson’s very dull and proper input on clothes shopping. Or, was simply in search of company. It was a little hard not to feel some pity seeing such a scrawny weird critter.

Grayson wasn’t really one for shopping. Didn’t have much interest in the sweets from Honeydukes, didn’t need a new cauldron from Ceridwen's, and certainly wasn’t about to enter Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop to drink shitty leaf water and watch couples snog. Made the mistake of entering once before and it was a very awkward situation; Sitting alone trying to mind his business while students sucked face 5ft away.

It was really distracting. And loud. And gross.

Reading romance novels was one thing, but actually listening to couples gush how much they ‘wuv’ their ‘wittle bunny boo’ had him close to vomiting.

This lead to his (rather boring) interests for actually going:

Tomes and Scrolls. A specialist bookshop. Yay.

Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop. Grayson liked buying new quills, anticipating to hear the fresh scratch on parchment. Replacements were often needed from the wrath of his felines. Predominantly Shithead.

And Gladrags Wizardwear. He ordered custom new sweaters for his hairless cat Pestilence. Being Winter, it is was of utmost importance that his baby stayed warm. His feline must don the finest fabrics even if it did look stupid to everyone else.

From anyone else he most likely would’ve rejected the offer, but River was unique in the aspect it didn’t feel like they were trying to get anything from it. They just spilled their silly little words and stumbled about. Grayson decided to offer his very helpful services.

“I’ll go with the…” He had to take a moment to process what absurdity was about to leave his mouth. “... Poor sinner.” Grayson didn’t know this hobo’s name. Maybe it was better not to. Like naming a stray animal leads to attachment. He pushed away from the archway to cross the courtyard in a silent invitation for the weird Ravenclaw to walk with him.

“Do you always speak like this?” He knew he shouldn’t have high expectations. That he shouldn’t even try conversing with them. It was only going to be met with more oddity.

He decided for the sake of this short walk he could sacrifice some charity points.

"Please tell me that is not your real hair." Grayson was genuinely distressed about it. His family was not one for hair dye or modifications. It was a sight that burned his eyes.


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Slytherin Prefect and proud



Otto Fox













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Hungry











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Warm and Comfy











location

Honeyduke's











interactions

Ren, Victor











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Gao Gao Harrowhark Harrowhark
















Otto didn't comment on Ren's statement of him having many braincells. And to be bluntly honest, Otto kind of sucked at his job when it came to catching students past curfew and getting them into trouble. He gave most of them free passes, but yes there were some people who he would get in trouble. Even though Grayson didn't know about him doing this, it might be the reason why Grayson hated him so much: not catching people. At least Otto didn't deduct house points for every little thing. Why was he thinking about Grayson at a time like this? He had no clue. Otto just wanted to have a goodtime in Hogsmeade

As they made their way to Hogsmeade, Otto had this nagging feeling in the pit of his gut that something was wrong with Victor. He didn't know why he had this feeling but he wanted to wrap his arms around Victor's waist and hug him tightly. However, the three of them just kept their relationship low-key whenever they were around other people. Otto's fingers twitched as he restrained himself from slinging his arms around Victor. That could wait until they got back from Hogsmeade. "Oh, okay uhm... we're not leaving without you so we'll stay until you're ready." What was he saying? The words just blurted out of his mouth! It was supposed to be 'Okay, we'll wait for you back at Hogwarts!' But he had said something totally different... they were supposed to leave when Otto was ready to leave. All Otto wanted was to go to Honeyduke's and then maybe shop a little in some other stores, maybe do some window shopping too. That was it.

He wanted to follow Victor because something was surely up with him and he didn't like it. He was starting to take a step forward to follow after Victor but Ren was already grabbing him and leading him to Honeyduke's. It took his mind off of Victor, and he hummed sweetly when Ren was rambling on and on about how he never got cold or something. "Oh yes Ren, you are the hottest," Otto let out a playful giggle as he was taken to the sweets shop by lovely Ren. He eagerly browsed at the sweets displayed in the window and his mouth pooled with salivation at the mere sight of all the sweet treats that Honeyduke's had to offer. His candied cherries and baked apple scent blended in well with the sweet aroma that hung around the shop. To most, it would be nauseatingly sweet but to Otto, it was just right. Merlin, he loved this place so much and if Ren wasn't urging him to hurry it up and grab his stuff... he would surely stay here for hours eating sweets and enjoying the company and warmth that this store provided. Sadly, Ren was threatening him to hurry up or else he would die... not that Ren was being serious about it.

"Ren, I need the best sweets to add to my secret stash of sweets which you will never find." Otto put hard emphasis on the word 'never' and he gave the taller Slytherin a cheeky smile. And with that, he was off to pick out his favorite sweets: Chocolate Frogs, Pumpkin Pasties, Salt Water Taffy, Mice Pops, and Sugar Quills. A sweet lover's absolute heaven!

"Hey Ren, I think a good snooze is in order after we get back. How does that sound, hmmm?"


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OUTFIT: Slightly disheveled school clothes

LOCATION: Wherever Grayson's at
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River beamed at the concession. Ah yes, this poor sinner was going with his silver crow to go on a lil shopping excursion! How exciting.

“Oh, to be bestowed upon the favor of the greater of Odin’s feathered messengers.” River said, with a grin, with a lot of teeth. Rather creepy to be completely honest, pretty maniacal. “The gift of such company, oh silver crow, that which you have so graciously given. We shall journey forth, to find that which will make me Aphrodite’s envy.”

On anyone else, that would’ve sounded over the top and sarcastic. However, it was River. And he meant every word.

He scurried after his new friend, as he began asking him more questions for the silver strings of fate to tug him along. Whisper in his ears all his secrets. The snakes were also judging this Grayson fellow before him, telling him all the school’s gossip.

”Look at you, being all special. Being escorted by the stuckup prefect Grayson.” Clotho, his black snake whispered to him.

“So do you always speak like this?” Fair enough question, River knew that the language of the seer was not always one easily understood.

“The universe whispers and speaks in the ears of this poor sinner.” River replied diplomatically. “Like that Greek marathon to Athens, I speak thus.”

Yeah, he didn’t need to dumb down that one. It seemed fairly obvious to him.

“Though throughout the child of Herodotus, those which have bitten the apple in Eden and been bestowed with the knowledge of what is to come have been burdened with the messages of Nun, with the caveat of being understood naught.” River continued.

“Some like Cassandra scream at the winds, but nobody responds in turn. Some like Phineas speak, only for the darkness to set in and stifle their words. And some still like Delphi and your humble servitial sinner are cursed with the the language of the Sphinx as Oedipus walked to his kingdom.” Finally done, he gave his newfound buddy another toothy grin.

”Please tell me that is not your real hair”

“Tyson the grass speaks of reality, now what is real? Your poor sinner may not be, and neither may the ground which you tread.” River replied airly. “I suppose you ask if I use the mixtures of ground and water, and that cleaning chemical that shares the name of the Japanese drama upon the strands in which case you speak the truth.”

River then paused.

“The moniker of that which to call me by is of the Nile and the Tiber, and the thing that gave those valleys the ability to be the start of civilization. In other words, they call me River.” He gave a little bow alongside his name. Very formal. Very polite. Nailing the whole "having manners" thing.

"What are some of the things that bring you euphoria, my silver crow?"
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Ravenclaw Prefect



GRAYSON LAVICCHI.













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VILLAINOUS











outfit

Clicky











location

Hogsmeade > Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop











interactions

River + Victor











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qunqun qunqun Harrowhark Harrowhark















River smiled. Merlin please no.

“Don’t.” Grayson grimaced, probably ready to deliver another tart smack of the wand. “Don’t- Do not do that.” It scared him. It was unsettling. No smiling permitted.

But Grayson’s company was apparently ‘a gift’. A graciously given gift, at that. While it would be something to elicit pride there existed a silent question as to whether this was sarcasm or not. Grayson wasn’t sure yet. River was complicated. Or just drunk. Still undecided.

“We shall journey forth, to find that which will make me Aphrodite’s envy.”

“Good.” Was his dull response, not entirely sure how to react to all of that. “Great.”

As expected, Grayson’s questions were met with more enigmas.

“Yes or no is fine.” He said weakly after the spill of ‘Cassandra and Eden and language of Sphinx’. Grayson’s brain felt like it was on fire. Nevertheless it appeared the universe spoke with River and gave him these strange mysteries. That, or River was once again, just a drunk. The prefect needed more time to figure it out.

Then River decided it was time to bring up the illusion of reality, making Grayson turn silent for a long time. All he wanted was to know if the hair colour was real, rather than enter a state of derealization. Existential crises were left for night time hours.

All of that and he found the answer, yes it was.

Ew.

Then the critter gave their name with a little bow. River.

Ew.

He thought about introducing himself yet remembered the prophet already knew it. There’d be no point.

“Nice to meet you.” It wasn’t that nice, his tone very dry and empty of enthusiasm. But should Grayson tell the strange hobo, now known as River, his causes of euphoria?

Books would be the boring answer.
Cats would be the obvious answer.
Colourful socks would be the secret answer.

“Tidy uniforms.” His first mutter. The opportunity to take a small jab while rude in execution, was true. Grayson liked tidiness. Not a hair out of place is how he preferred.

“And..” There was hesitance as he forced more of these silly phrases from his mouth. “What does the…” Here we go, “Poor sinner.. Find euphoria in?” So stupid. Grayson wanted to lay down and die in the snow. If anyone heard him having a conversation like this he would probably move countries.

He stopped when a shop window caught his eye, raising a panicked hand to motion River to a halt.

“Make like symbolism of Ocnus and respite your journey, conduit of water.” Grayson didn’t even know why he bothered with that. It just fell right out of his stupid mouth. He pursed his lips and recoiled the hand. “Ignore that.” He wasn’t like River. He was normal. He said normal things. “I meant to say wait.”

All was forgotten when he looked back to the item in the display, as was his manners as he moved closer and pressed fingers onto the glass.

“It’s a Quick-Quotes quill.” He whispered, enamoured with what was presented to him. The silver eyes had widened with delight. A plume of black feather and a steel carved nib for the depositing of fresh ink. It was beautiful, up to par with his beloved felines. “Muggles have strange contraptions, items called pens. They are so impoverished they often steal them from each other.” He looked over at River for a moment. “Archaic, if you ask me.”

Grayson didn’t hate muggles. They went about their boring muggle lives doing weird muggle things- like taking pens from each other. But muggleborns? Disgusting. Just an embarrassing stain on the wizarding community. He could be polite enough but the prejudice would remain; the subtle disgust in the way he’d look down at them.

“Not to mention, the ink is inside a pen. How ridiculous.” He straightened up, wiping his hand against his shirt as he went to enter the shop- then stopped.

A slow turn to look at River, contemplating if they should come with. ‘Act normal’ was the first comment to come to mind, yet he expected a long ramble on ‘What is normal but that of a fabrication?’

“Don’t.. touch anything. Okay?” With a sigh he then pushed the door open.

Grayson was met with the jingle of a bell and the aroma of dry parchment bound with walnut oil. He would take this store over Honeydukes any day of the week. Much more peaceful. Much more mature. No silly little Ice Mice or Fizzing Whizzbees.

Surprised to see Victor’s face in the shelves, Grayson stopped. A very blunt and uncontrolled, “Ew.” fell out of his mouth.

Oops.

Clearing his throat for a more dignified interaction, he patted down his black shirt and regained poise.

“How peculiar, Victor.” Grayson began, tracing a finger over a nearby shelf in inspection of dust.
“I didn’t know you could write.” He feigned a sympathetic gasp, looking over at the Slytherin with realisation. “Perhaps you are lost?”

Grayson wanted to high-five himself. For the sake of looking calm and collected he did no such thing, but a turn at the corners of his lips was a sign of his smugness.

“These,” He waved a hand to the products. “-Are called quills. I understand this must be quite shocking to someone so simpleminded, but you write things with them.”

How convenient that the other two weren’t around. It was hard to make petty jabs with a whole group leeching off each other. Grayson never got an opportunity like this, he would be foolish to pass it up. Victor all alone had fuelled the Ravenclaw with confidence to instigate.

“Where are your little friends? Hitting each other with rocks? I’ll admit this store is a little too advanced for them.” Something about that trio ticked him off. The prefect, specifically. Useless oaf, he was.

Grayson came to stand beside the Slytherin, posture straight and exuding the usual superiority complex. Rivalling the fancy green fool.

“I know Otto has been slacking on prefect duties.” Grayson’s voice was back to the usual unwelcome monotone. “And I know what you Slytherins are like. Liars.” Daily dose of prejudice. Nice. “When I catch him, I’ll ensure his Prefect position is revoked.”

“And as for you Quidditch morons,” A malicious scoff, “Hopefully you take a fall. A high one.”

The gathering of Arachne's folly would have to wait, as Grayson was busy being a bitch.


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Slytherin



FUNAI REN.













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WASNT ME











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Clicky











location

Honeydukes











interactions

Otto











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fairyfawn fairyfawn















Ren was appeased. Otto had corrected himself. Ren was ‘the hottest’. He hadn’t caught on if that was meant to be some kind of flirt, more focused on the whole ‘mighty and strong’ thing.

“I shall spare you.” How charming.

His contentment did not last long, as Otto made mention of a secret stash of sweets. Otto even smiled evilly about it, making Ren's eyes narrow and competition rise.

“Nobody can hide anything from me.” Despite this bold claim it was followed by fast questioning. “Where.” Ren very briskly followed after Otto, overbearing to get his answers. “The secret stash. Tell me where.” He plucked a sugar quill from Otto's hands and tossed it back on the shelf in an attempt to garner the boy's attention. “Tell me.”

Perhaps, Ren figured, he can try to manipulate Otto into revealing the secrets instead. It was not often he made an effort to act like this, as it was kept specially for those outside of Slytherin. For those that weren’t aware of Ren’s real personality was where it was most effective.

He pouted, looking off to the side at a jar of Bertie Bott’s beans. Upset and quiet for some time. A moody silence had befallen Ren as they went through aisles of Ice Mice and Salt Water Taffy. He shuffled miserably, making the occasional sigh and ‘hmph’ noise.

“...I like sweets.” Ren eventually mumbled, a sulk to his voice and a downcast gaze of lashes. “...It’s okay if you don’t trust me..” He sniffled, fiddling with the cuff of his sleeve. Now of meek and of gentle demure. “..I didn’t even want to know...” A quiet kick his shoe into the floor, scuffing it immaturely.

Ren glanced to check on the reaction of Otto, hoping for pity and admittance.

Annoyed, he sobered in an instant and demanded a very impatient, “Tell me where it is.” Not his most subtle of missions.

Otto stopped at one display, now giving Ren a proper reason to sulk. He frowned.

“Why them?” A weak protest. “Leave them alone.” Ren didn’t like the chocolate frogs. They felt too sentient, too aware. The idea of chowing down on something that can run and jump was not appealing. It was only the magical substance of Croaka that enchanted the behaviours, but it didn’t stop Ren’s dislike for eating them.

Otto kept moving to continue his gathering but Ren was idling at the shelf. He hummed a quiet, “Mhm?” To whatever Otto had said. Something about sleeping. Ren liked sleeping. He also liked animals. And amphibians.

Seeing the frogs sitting inside their ornate pentagonal boxes gave arrival to unwanted sympathy. Ren stared at one frog on display, outside of his packaging and sitting politely. Tasked with showcasing the goods of his brothers and sisters. How sinister.

“Do not stare at me.” Ren spoke to the chocolate frog, growing irritated. “It is your fate.” He could not do anything about it. This was what they were made for. Brutal consumption.

But the way it’s lacklustre chocolate face stared back, empty, unwavering, was distressing Ren.

“I said don’t.”

The frog did not stop.

“I could kill you.”

Nope.

“I have devoured many of your kind, sugary one. You underestimate me.” Ren rivalled, getting closer to the shelf. “My teeth can tear you apart. You will die.”

No response.

Annoyed, he picked up the Frog to inspect it. The gangly limbs hung loose, docile and accepting. Perhaps it knew Ren wasn’t going to eat it. His frown softened at being able to hold them. He even gave the chocolate head a tender pat.

“You are nice.” It reminded him of Tomodachi, ‘Friend’. He missed his pet. He was back at Hogwarts. Safe and not to be eaten.

But this chocolate frog was not safe. Ren could see it in the empty bland expressionless face. It needed help. It had chosen him.

“I keep you.” As easy as that, he put the frog in his pocket-- probably to Victor’s distaste -- But Ren's new pal, Akachan Tomodachi, ‘Baby Friend’, needed somewhere to stay.

He saw the others up on the shelf, defenceless and vulnerable to monstrous students. There was a hostile hiss at a greedy fat third year before discreetly stealing a few more. Ren could release them when outside. Once returned to Otto, he was quiet and nonchalant as if he hadn’t been stuffing the expensive coat with chocolate. At least the amphibians would be resting in luxury. Thank-you for your sacrifice, Victor.

“Perish by my hand, Prefect Otto.” Without explanation he reached and placed his cold hand on the back of Otto’s neck. Petty revenge for taking so long. Perhaps the frozen digits would incite the boy to shop faster.

Feeling movement, Ren pulled away and looked down at the webbed foot holding the top of the pocket. He awkwardly poked it back in. Now was not the time for escape.

“Oi.” He mumbled as another foot and a head stuck out. “Do not.” There was a failure to notice those climbing out of the other pocket, unaware until he looked back at Otto and glimpsed one hopping by the end of the aisle

“Frog.” He observed vaguely, before scampering past to go catch it.

In mere seconds mayhem befell Honeydukes.

‘Baby Friend’ slapped into the face of a Hufflepuff girl who screamed and staggered. Without vision, jars were shattered onto the floor. Beans and Cockroach Clusters scattered the tiles in all directions.

With plenty of shouting of - “Do not hurt him!”, “Give him BACK.” and “I WILL KILL YOU.” and what may have been a threat to ‘rip her fucking arms off’, - Ren managed to wrestle the frog from her face. The poor girl had been assaulted by a chocolate toad and a feral Slytherin in the span of a minute.

Ren stumbled back a few steps, clutching the new friend close to his chest. Lips formed a small ‘o’ as he watched the chaos unfold around him.

The escaped chocolate frogs were everywhere, jumping against shelves and students and raising anarchy. Products tumbled into the floor, customers slipping over the mush of Pumpkin Pasties and Jelly Slugs in the commotion. Tubes of Popping Pixie Dust and Shrieking Sherbets were shooting off from the corner, the large bubbling vat of Bat’s Blood Soup crashing and spilling thick fondue syrup.

While disorder raged, Ren stepped over (and on) confectionery-covered victims to pluck the amphibians from their spots. Collecting them once more.

Amidst the horror he slowly looked over to Otto, balancing a number of chocolate frogs on his arms and shoulders. Innocent Ren and his comradery of sentient sweets had ruined Honeydukes, a war of peach rings and butterscotch left on his clothes and one Sugared Butterfly Wing sitting in his hair.

“I don’t like it here.” He repeated.


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Slytherin



Rikki













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Dugneons --> Joke Shop











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Nikolai











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Rikki certainly wasn't everybody, he had no problems antagonizing just about anyone. At least Nikolai got the more playful end of it, wagers and petty challenges instead of a punch thrown.

The Slytherin couldn't help but raise a brow at the tease on having to be really good to earn the drink. There was a dumb comment there, but he currently held his tongue. Not because he was playing nice of course, at least not yet. He wanted to hear if Nikolai would dig themself deeper. Too many taunts and Rikki might just decide to be a dick. A little revenge.

Oh, but Daisy was so good that treats were on the table. Definitely another step towards deciding to be an ass. He shot a look towards his cat and mouthed the word 'traitor' for how all lovey and cute she was acting. She was a demon and they all knew it. There were very few exceptions for people she liked, and somehow Nikolai was one of them. Rikki shooed her off when she was let down.
"Go chase someone's rat."
He huffed out, a swipe to his leg before she scurried off who knows where. She'd get her outing another time. With the menace gone, Rikki was free to follow Nikolai's trail.

“What’s there to say I don’t reject your company and find another pretty thing to occupy my time? I’m sure someone could easily be bribed to enjoy my company with far less.”

Now that comment, Rikki couldn't help but scoff out loud.
"Bullshit."
A quick nudge with his shoulder to emphasize how ridiculous the comment was. Ah, but the follow-up. Rikki quieted at that, mulling over the words. The implications were far too.... nice. That it could suggest his friend believed the time out would no doubt bring enough payment for the firewhiskey. Even with more nefarious ideas of their little game in play, it still suggested their closeness and Rikki was an idiot with no idea how to handle that sort of thing.

"You're the one who tracked me down. Desperate much?"
He shot back, not doing a very good job at playing nice. What could he say? He got in his head and flustered himself, sarcasm and insults were his best line of defense when he didn't want to kill someone. It wasn't spoken out with much malice though, in fact, Rikki was avoiding eye contact which was a pretty good win for Nikolai. Even better was the heat rising up to his face. Luckily, the cold was good, a perfect excuse for his reddening ears to fight back against any teasing claims that he was flustered. It was always the ears. Most people didn't know Rikki even had the capability to blush. He was always just angry. But Nikolai got to see more sides to him, having been stubborn enough to dig under his skin. It was often jarring for Riki, but he couldn't say he hated it.

Though, it seemed there was some good payback for not being able to hold his tongue anyways. He fully stopped in his tracks at the front entrance of their first shop. Forget every dumb thought of being unable to wrap his head around Nikolai liking to be around him. The bastard was evil. Still, he followed him in, eyes down at the floor while muttering something about Nikolai not even liking this kind of place themself.

Inside brought warmth, Rikki sticking to his friend's left and slightly behind to watch for whatever dumb shit Nikolai was going to check out. Rikki's head was at least clearing up quickly due to this horrendous place, enoug so that his own plan was formulating now. Guage their reactions to the stock. See what things might annoy her if used on them. It would be stupid to buy anything now but, if he was being dragged around like this call it reconnaissance. Anything bullshit would get thrown right back in their face later. Yeah, that was how he could deal with this, mentally noting anything that looked like he could use to inconvience Nikolai. He'd strike hard and fast when the threat calmed down, when everything was peaceful.

His eyes were watching carefully, though still trying to keep away from eye contact. Wasn't odd for Rikki to stare, after all, he had that habit anyway. It could be played off as usual without the indication he was plotting. It was all coming together yes, Rikki would actually play nice despite the work-up that transpired. All the better for the horrendous prank backstab to be set in motion.


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Professional

OUTFIT:
Something elegant with a crow feather cloak

LOCATION:
Her classroom

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MENTIONS:
N/A


INT:
Raistlin ( @Leopard_dragon_Love )
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TL;DR Professional adults? In the wizarding world? I never.
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Morrigan

The professor continued to stare at Raistlin. Extra help. With a spell. An advanced spell. Perhaps a little bit above his skill level as currently, but hey. She tried to promote the added learning of such magics.

Morrigan dipped her head diplomatically finally after considering it for a while.

“Come in.” Was all she said. “And close the door behind you.”

She walked across her classroom, with a flick of her wand having a couple of books fly off the shelves, landing in a neat pile on one of the desks.

“You will have to excuse the lack of preparation, I wasn’t expecting questions on this spell.” Morrigan said simply as she continued looking through her mini library of defensive spells and research on Defense against the Dark Arts.

There were rumors afloat that she herself had dabbled in them, considering she’d been a part of Slytherin. And while she studied the theories extensively, it was easier to understand how to defend against something when you knew exactly how such practices worked.

In other words, know thy enemy.

Morrigan had taught herself extensively the theories of such magics, but never put it into practice. It was simply to help figure out new defenses.

Though, she supposed her own personal flock of crows that she tended to and used for practically everything did not help convince people that she wasn’t actually a dark wizard.

Another flick, the books opened and she began putting bookmarks into the open pages until there were three bookmarked books for her student.

“I believe this is all my information on Salvio Hexia, or at least the theory behind it. As you know, understanding the theory behind the spell often leads to easier spellcasting, so this should probably help. However, that will be for your own independent study.” She said, in a clipped tone. Very professional.

“Which part of the spell is giving you difficulty?” Morrigan asked, turning back to her student as she looked into one of her books to quickly brush up on Salvio Hexia.
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Hufflepuff



Niamh













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Awkwardly Content











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So Cozy











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Hufflepuff Common Room











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Mila











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No response from Wesley, oh well he must still be getting dressed. And he better be wearing appropriate winter attire or else Niamh would definitely make him change. As the redhead leaned back on the heels of her feet anxiously waiting for her brother to come out and say that he is ready to leave now, she heard an all too familiar voice. Mila, the prefect for Hufflepuff. "Wesley and I are heading out together," Niamh said slowly, "Why? Would you like to join us?" The redhead continued to speak in a polite tone. She liked Mila as a Prefect, she was a whole lot more better than Grayson the Ravenclaw Prefect who was so stingy and rude, acting like he knew everything and what not.

"You can come with us if you'd like." Niamh suggested softly to the prefect, lips curling up slightly into a small smile. Of course, she had only been planning on going with Wesley, her brother, but she definitely wouldn't mind the extra company of Mila. To be quite frank, there wasn't much for her to say as she was curling her fingers around the cuffs of her sweater awkwardly.

There wasn't any particular place she was set on going. In fact, she wasn't sure if she was going to buy anything from Hogsmeade either. "We just have to wait for my brother to finish getting ready and then we can be off to Hogsmeade." Niamh reminded Mila as she bit the inside of her lower lip in anticipation. It would be nice to bring Bubble Tea with her, that was her pet cat, but the cat was cozily snuggled up on the common room couch sleeping the day away. Niamh definitely didn't plan on going to Honeyduke's mostly because while she liked sweets, it would get a little too crowded in there for her liking so she never went.


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OUTFIT: Slightly disheveled school clothes

LOCATION: Wherever Grayson's at
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Grayson ( Gao Gao )
Victor ( Harrowhark Harrowhark )
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River

Look at that, the silver crow could have a normal human conversation after all. Tidiness and appearances - Grayson seemed to hold these in high regards. Personally, River didn’t really care about such trivial matters. After all, holding tight onto appearances led to prejudice and hatred. Bigotry. And that closed the mind from the mysteries of the universe. Dimmed the worldview from what the galaxies had to offer when they whispered secrets into people’s minds.

But, Grayson at least seemed to be making some kind of attempt at communicating River in his own.. Special way. That is to say, trying to use River’s speech patterns. Which was rather odd, and kind of funny. It was very stilted. Didn’t have River’s rhythm and flair of dramatics. His airy rockstar tone. It didn’t work without those.

“Ah, the galaxies and what they hold, child of silver. I enjoy the simple pleasures of learning from those that came from before. Chaucer for one. And the studies of Flamel. Merlin’s texts of old. Words of mighty gods and men, in prose or in verse. The studies of the mind, the studies of the heart, the studies of the world and how it works. Those are what bring me joy.” Another long winded speech, but at least River was slightly more comprehensible when he wasn’t talking about prophecies.

As Grayson told River to wait, he pressed his face up against the glass. For someone so desperate to cling to something as trivial as appearances in order to make himself appear more dignified and powerful than he really was, Grayson was a rather childish person.

Not that that was a particularly bad thing. After all, River had a flair for the dramatic. What was more dramatic than a child? More wondrous? Grayson’s little joy at something as inconsequential as quills was itself a marvelous thing to behold.

”Archaic, if you ask me.”

“The wonders of today will be archaic tomorrow.” River said with a shrug. “Though be warned, child of silver, those you perceive as dirt are not all they seem… And those pure are not always pristine. After all, I am one of the pure, like you, silver crow. It does not make us any more clean in the end.”

And then they were going into the store.

Warned not to touch anything, River stumbled about, sometimes bumping into Grayson, hanging off his shoulder for a bit, sometimes precariously listing off to the side like he was going to fall onto one of the stands of quills. The lanky boy wandered off to ooo and aww at some of the cooler looking quills with the fancy plumes as Grayson and Victor spoke.

River knew that Grayson was being a bit of a bitch, and frankly he didn’t really want to cause a scene in the middle of the store. So he wandered back as Grayson finished his lil tirade about hoping the poor Slytherin would fall off his broom.

Rude.

“Silver crow~” River began in an even more sing-song tone. “Don’t you know. You as well will be taking your fall.” He said wryly.

He then turned to Victor. Peered at him with his bluish hazel eyes, the dark bags making him look vaguely like a panda. The pink hair a gigantic mess as usual. Dishevelled.

“Greetings, my snake. They refer to me as River. And this is the silver crow.” … Well, Grayson was silver crow to him at least.

“The kind snake will have to excuse my dear crow, like the bird of which he is named for, he caws an awful crackle.” He gave a glare at Grayson. Really, how rude of Grayson. There was shopping to be done, and all Grayson could do was be mean to this rando? Those that were pure were not always pristine, indeed.

“It is nice to meet your dearest acquaintance.” With a little bow, he offered his hand to Victor. “What do they refer to you as, my kind snake?”
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Victor had made his way through the Quidditch shop without much of a delay. He had stopped to look at the brooms, BUT he deserved it for being so undistractible. As soon as he left, he felt the cold run through his body. Ren would pay for this. He’d have to bill the other Slytherin later. With as much haste as he could gather, Victor found Scrivenshaft’s shop and entered with minimal snow in his hair. Great, he’d spent so much time on it just to mess it up again. He tried to ignore the dew drops in his curls as he searched the shop. Why couldn’t any of these just be normal? Spell checking? Self inking? What about does what a normal fucking quill does? Wait self inking could be nice. Maybe they should make one that doesn’t break. That’d be the day.

Surprisingly, it was very easy to get engrossed in quills of all things. Victor missed the ring of the door, it was only when he heard his name that he turned around. Great, just what he needed. This ball sack just had to come ruin his peaceful quill shopping.

“Grayson, always a pleasure. Though, I didn’t think they allowed wild animals in this establishment,”
The irony was not lost on him.
“You ought to try The Magical Menagerie instead, you’ll fit in swell.”
He clicked his tongue. Grayson really should know by now not to pick a fight.
“I suppose you’d think that, did you know quills are able to be used for far more than simple detention passes? I know thats a confusing concept, but you really should make the effort, maybe then your parents could be proud of you.”
Like someone like him should ever pull the family card.

Victor took to talking like his mother when talking down to or trying to impress someone. It wasn’t intentional, but it was a change he’d notice. In some way he should thank her for being a classy but rude bitch of a woman, but now wasn’t the time. He tensed at Grayson’s mention of Ren and Otto. There was no need to bring either of them into this. With the movement of the other wizard, he’d noticed the Prefect came in far from alone.

“Yes, the company you keep seems far superior to my own. I don’t suppose you’re looking to convert from crazy cat lady to vampire cult leader? I must say, this is a startling change in career paths for you.”


His lip curled at the insult to Otto. He hadn’t minded the insults to his own character, he was a little more secure than that. As soon as his friends were mentioned though, he could barely contain how bad he wanted to peck Grayson’s eyes out. He clicked his tongue a few more times before speaking,
“Otto works harder than anyone else I know,”
well unless he was with Victor and Ren, but that was beside the point.
“Have you ever considered Slytherins are better behaved than Ravenclaws? Or at least smart enough to hide such misbehavior. We prefer the word cunning, or is that too many syllables for you?”
Victor regretted letting Ren run off, and not just because he stole his coat.

“I won’t underestimate you, you’re intelligent, but I would think you’d be wise enough to know your plan will not end positively for you. I know I’m alone now, but beaters come in pairs and I’m not inclined to keep this conversation from my other half.”
’Wording Victor’, his mother chided in his mind, ’Someone could misunderstand you.’ He clicked his tongue at the voice, he’d been perfectly clear, it was her fault if she mistook him.

Victor narrowed his eyes at Grayson. The prefect was only trying to provoke him. It was working.
“How about next practice, I aim a bludger right at Ravenclaw tower? I’d avoid windows for a while. Better yet, I could accio one right now, how’s that sound?”
There was probably a “no dueling in my store” rule here, but they could take this outside. Nothing like a good fight to warm up in cold weather.

“Unless you just want to leave? I’m sure the Scrivenshaft would love to stop holding his nose.”


Victor had honestly forgotten about River. The kid wasn’t of importance to him, just some freak he barely knew. That’s why the other pureblood’s new found interest in speaking up had completely thrown him off guard. Snake? Silver Crow? What the hell was this guy talking about?
"Uh... Victor Black."
He shook River's hand like he was picking up a dirty tissue. This was the guy Grayson wanted to associate with? Weird. This guy didn't even realize he was in the presence of one of the sacred 28. How unfortunate.











































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Ravenclaw Prefect



GRAYSON LAVICCHI.













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Clicky











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Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop











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River + Victor











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Grayson was grateful he kept his response stout to only tidiness, as River’s reply was a lot more than he bargained for. He wasn’t sure what he had expected. Knitting maybe. ‘Words of mighty gods’ was much more intense than, ‘I like socks.’

River had issued another warning, one pointed towards the purity of blood and those that were not. Grayson was not listening, staring through the glass at his beloved quill up until River claimed to be one of ‘the pure’.

“Ha!” He suddenly exclaimed before clasping a hand over his mouth. Unexpectedly so, River had humor. Grayson cleared his throat and lowered the hand once composed. “You jest.”

Then noticing no arrival of the joke ending, despair filled his eyes and the smile faded. Now only a mixture of horror and disbelief remained.

“Please... Say you’re kidding.” There was no way this oddity was a pureblood. Grayson’s attention drifted to the bright hair and back down to the uniform. “No.” Dry denial as he turned back to the window. “No you are not.” He refused to accept it.

Without another word about it he stepped into the shop, confronting the Slytherin in their midst.

The wild animal comment had his sly demeanour shrivelling in seconds, replaced with a tension through his jaw. As easy as Grayson could dish attitude, he wasn’t amazing at receiving it. His ego was sensitive that way.

The wild animal comment had him ready to spin on his heel and storm out, but he held his ground. With a posh tip of his chin he forced a dry smile and attempted to hide the insult to his pride.

“The Magical Menagerie? The place you get your friends from?” He inquired, “I’m afraid I have no interest in joining your little pet collection. It’s clear you don’t understand that most of us,” Emphasis for their pure-blooded kind, “Have higher standards.”

Grayson’s gaze travelled, inspecting the outfit and the way Victor held himself with nothing but judgement. As with everyone his eyes were filled with intolerance, disgusted with what stood before him. Victor was not the ideal pure Wizard. Victor was an embarrassment to their kind. Perhaps in a different reality Grayson could have befriended Victor due to their prestigious alignment.

Unfortunately Grayson just really hated the guy.

Then Victor had the absolute nerve to bring HIS family into it. His respected, honourable and pure Lavicchi family.

“MY family?! You-” He snapped, irrationality getting the better of him for a moment. Grayson exhaled through his nose and eased back. Stay calm and composed. If he got angry he would automatically lose. “You can dress and walk like us but you’re no pureblood.” Grayson skimmed another shrewd look over Victor, features taking one of deep thought.

“I've seen people like you before...” He leaned in closer, lowering the volume of his voice. “They’re called Blood Traitors. What would your family think about that?” With a faint smile Grayson resumed his straight posture. “Do not take me as insensitive, Victor. I do pity you. It must be difficult being a disgrace.”

He had hoped River would stay out of view, play around with some feathers or drink ink or something. Anything but intrude on the interaction. It was difficult to stay focused when he could hear River bumping about in the shop. Grayson was trying to act like the critter wasn’t there, facade breaking with the constant glances to check on what they were doing. Especially when the freak bumped and clung onto him. Embarrassing and not at an ideal time when Grayson was trying to instigate.

“No. Off.” He didn’t have his wand out, but a childish little smack of River’s wrist with his hand would have to suffice. “No touch.” The gremlin eventually teetered away, and Grayson was back to bitching at Victor who had taken note of the strange company. The Ravenclaw cursed himself for allowing the gremlin to come with him. If he knew such a bastard was in here he would’ve left them outside.

“River here is pure-blooded, unlike the filthy strays you hang around.” Grayson had very quickly swapped sides. River could be a pureblood if it benefited him. River was suddenly one of them, and even more so, River was BETTER than Victor. “Odd as they might be, they hear whispers of the universe.” Grayson really hoped this shit was true, otherwise he was going to feel really stupid if he found out River was just a crazy drunk. “What does your company bring you? Rabies? Wizard’s Lice?” Grayson squinted at Victor’s hair, soft curls dotted with snow. “I can see them crawling around in there already. You’re infested.”

Grayson was just being ridiculous at this point, growing more childish the longer the interaction went. Reason being, he couldn’t argue that River’s company was strange and he couldn’t argue that he was crazy over cats. Both were true.

“If Otto works harder than anyone else you know, then your world must be small.” His eyes narrowed at Victor’s tutting, a noise he found so smarmy. “That, or you like to surround yourself with fellow meatheads.” Grayson would never in a thousand years admit anything positive about the snakey house, the syllable comment pursing his lips and forcing another shaky exhale through his nose.

There was acknowledgement he was intelligent, much to Grayson’s silent delight, but an eyebrow arched at the mention of Victor’s ‘other-half’. While completely oblivious to what relationship the trio actually may or may not have, he wasn’t going to ignore the opportunity to jab at the wordplay either.

“Your other half? You speak as if you’re together, Blood Traitor.” That word again, one that would be used frequently when bickering with Victor.

Grayson didn’t do sports. The most fitness he got was speed walking after students breaching curfew, balancing a stack of books while browsing the library or holding Oatmeal the cat for long periods of time. Going up against a quidditch player- a beater no less, Grayson was evidently outmatched. The ability to run his mouth contributed to nothing when it came down to punching each other. Even in duels his casting was predominantly charms and defences.

He swept a quick glance around the shop to double check if Ren was around. Bit of a paranoid look as Grayson seriously doubted how well he’d handle two meatheads instead of one. If the rest of the group was secretly tucked behind a shelf he questioned if he’d be getting back to Hogwarts unbruised and unbroken.

The scan found nothing and he looked back to Victor with resumed collectedness. A threat to send bludgers into Ravenclaw’s tower and a warning to keep away from windows was given.

“Destruction of school property is a deduction of 20 points.” One of Grayson’s irritating reminders of Hogwarts consequences. “Did you not say, Slytherins are better behaved than Ravenclaws?” He sighed, picking up a nearby quill and turning it in his fingers. “At least these will come in handy for those detention slips. Or even better,” There was a slow turn to Victor, “Expulsion papers. Three of them.”

The Slytherin hinted he should get out, and Grayson couldn’t agree more.

“I wouldn’t want your sympathy for scum to rub off on me.” Before he could turn and depart, River’s voice intruded in the usual airy tone, referencing the fall that he would be taking. Grayson scowled.

“I do NOT caw an awful cackle.” He snapped back at River, insulted by the seers input. “The kind snake,” Grayson motioned to Victor, “-Is not what you perceive.”


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TL;DR River makes small talk.
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River

River didn’t like using his powers all that much, to be honest. Sometimes, when it was very late and he felt very lonely, he regretted being born with such a gift as intensely honed divination and prophecy. The whispers of the universe were great to listen to, but it was frustrating to know what was about to happen, you really just had to go with the tide, try to offer advice here and there only to know that it would all be hopeless in the end.

In truth, River was actually rather nihilistic, which is why he had simple joys like staring at quill plumes like they were a messiah or watching people have to deal with his mannerisms - which he knew, by the way, were a bit odd in comparison to the rest of the world. He knew he was odd, but hey. Secrets of the universe sometimes whacked him over the head a bit. Made it hard for him to walk straight.

“Uh... Victor Black”

“The sweet rush of euphoria at the founding of companionship. It brings me joy to call you by name, o darkness of Nike.” Good job River, that’s also a normal thing to call someone.

He gave Grayson a bit of a dirty look at the prefect’s “Odd as they might be, they hear whispers of the universe” The first glimpse of a brain and a personality actually being in there somewhere admist the metaphors and the drunken behavior.

“Silver crow, I do not wish to be those winged messengers of Odin, whispering into the king god’s ear on command.” River said dryly. One got the distinct impression that River was vaguely making fun of his friend.

The silver strings of fate ran out before him, something closer, and distinctly outside

“That of lima and pinto is awaiting us outside, and the daughter of Boreas aiding her.” River said, his arm suddenly shooting out and stopping Grayson from exiting. “Be warned, child of silver, for the bear, father of raccoon, and the fava, mother of the plant, await with the perils that winter offers outside, alongside your fall.”

River paused, then looked back at Victor. They were in a bit of a tight pickle here. On one hand, he was fairly certain Victor was about to deck Grayson, but on the other…

Well, Grayson was going to be hit either way, now it was about which one River wanted to do, he supposed. What would be more miserable, a fight in a quill shop or being outside and a fight happening out there.

Frankly River didn’t really know what to do here, misery was apparent in either direction.

“The frigid dragon and the sweet-toothed otter. I hope Tyche blesses your couplings, Dark Nike. It is a wondrous thing to be struck by Eros.” He said, with a toothy grin.

“I must request that the wrath of the fourth planet not strike you. And when it does, to please allow this poor sinner refuge from the sixth sin which envelops you.” River said mildly to Victor as he then turned to Grayson.
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The day continued to go on, and Lucas continued to browse the shops. He had bought a significant amount of Candy. Every time he checked his account there was more money than he spent. It was odd, as though someone continued to fund it. He knew that his parents had left a very large amount of their riches to their children. In fact, he was pretty sure they had split it right down the middle in their will. There had been thousands to start with, and it just continued to grow. He knew his parents had been rich but not this rich.

Lucas decided to wander aimlessly around the quidditch shop. He needed a new broomstick and gloves. Even though he didn’t play Quidditch, he always appreciated the effort put into items designed specifically for Quidditch. Although some people used it as a premise to attack him, he brushed it off. The rumors about his parents led a lot of students to hate him. He’d been in a few fights over the years simply because of his blood. He didn’t understand it. How could someone believe something without having witnessed it? He still believed deep down that his parents were innocent of the crimes that they were accused of. Considering they died before they ever went to trial, he believed that the words of an American book he read rang true. He personally believed they were innocent until proven guilty. So until someone came forward with evidence that the accusations were true, he refused to believe them.

Lucas took his items up to the front of the shop. He paid for the items and moved onto the next shop. He saw Professor Alexis standing watch over the students from her post, and the other professor standing outside of the bar. He noticed that his hands were still in his pockets, fiddling with something. His eyes continued to dart around. He was watching everything. This professor, who had yet to give his name in class and only went by professor, was one of the weirdest people he’d ever seen. “What are you watching for?” Lucas whispered to himself.
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Sam decided that she needed a new quill. Of course, the timing couldn’t have been better considering the ongoing discussion between a few students. She recognized her prefect, Grayson, but wasn’t exactly sure who the others were. She had seen Lucas around them sometimes, and figured at least one of them was a Slytherin. She found the quill she wanted and went to the front of the shop to pay. She turned around to observe the discussion as the shopkeeper bagged her quill and the few other items she had asked him for. “What a curious group of people.” She said, not realizing she was using her outside voice. She calmly leaned back, folding her arms as she watched the testosterone filled boys having their little argument. Sam continued to watch as the one boy, who had some honestly fantastic hair styling, spoke in riddles. "What an exquisite vocabulary." Sam said to herself, watching the ongoing conversation. His reference to the fourth planet confused her. And then reference that he was a sinner. "This is definitely someone I could get along with." She thought, continuing to listen to the odd ongoing conversation. She could feel the tension in the air. Honestly, she wasn't sure if the red haired kid was doing anything to the conversation, but she couldn't help but enjoy his strange and unique word process.

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Noticing the increased amount of students near the quill shop, Nicholas feared an event was either already occurring or was about to occur. He raised his hood, and slowly proceeded into the crowd, making his way into the quill shop. Making sure he stayed out of sight, he decided to avoid getting involved unless it was absolutely necessary. Besides, sometimes people just needed to argue. If it proceeds any further than words, I’ll intervene. He thought to himself. However, even the thought of intervening caused a slight increase in adrenaline. It had been years since he had even seen a confrontation, let alone got involved in one. He prepped himself for the use of his voice, and also prepared himself for the use of other means, should they resort to brute violence. He doubted the prefect from Ravenclaw would resort to such activities, however, he was arguing with Victor. Nicholas had seen Victor around and knew of his reputation. A lot of bark. However, Nicholas had never seen any bite from him besides during quidditch matches. Any violence would require a swift interaction from Nicholas, and he knew it. He closed his eyes for a moment, and reopened them. Now, he was ready. Nicholas listened as River began to speak. Nicholas had made it a priority to memorize the students names and faces. One of the few positives to his photographic memory. "What the hell is this kid saying?" Nicholas thought to himself. Honestly, Nicholas couldn't tell if River was helping to defuse the situation or just simply adding fuel to the small fire that was growing rapidly.
 
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    s she was talking with everyone her eyes glanced sideways to the girl she was eyeing earlier. Who was now on her way over here. She had taken the butterbeer from Marko and drank it in one gulp. Ok now THATS impressive.

    Amethyst took another sip of her drink as the liquid warmed her throat. A small smile on her face until she realized the two were staring at each other.

    OH SHIT. DONT BE AWKWARD AMETHYST. SHE IS A PERSON. JUST LIKE YOU. JUST ALOT PRETTIER AND ALOT MORE FASHIONABLE AND SOMEONE WHO PRETTY MUCH SEEMED TO RUN THE SCHOOL.

    She was the first to glance away and her eyes focused on the cold ground. Her cheeks warmed up again.

    Could easily be blamed on the cold weather.

    She knew her name but not in a good way. Of course it was due to her clumsy title. Her jaw tensed slightly as she narrowed her eyes on the ground. The one who seemed to destroy everything in her wake. MAYBE SHE SHOULD BE LOCKED UP IN A STRAIGHT JACKET LIKE THE MUGGLES DO AND PUT HER IN A PADDED ROOM!! Ok Amethyst may or may not have been reading too much books.

    "I shall not be compared to a worthless nasty piece of poultry that squawks around like a helpless headless animal." She grumbled. She didnt realize Valencia might be joking with her or not trying to be mean. Then she was laughing and laughing was contagious. She started giggling too and the whole chicken thing was forgotten about for now. Might dwell on it later that night when she snuck out to sit on the roof and had nothing else to do but replay the day in her head.

    Then she was called pretty.

    AMETHYST HAS NOW STOPPED WORKING.

    "I- uh- I thank you for your kind words. But you are simply more pretty." She stuttered. And now she didnt have to walk? Deal. If she didnt ever have to walk again she would take it any day. But wouldnt that be using people? WOULD SHE BE AS BAD AS A SLYTHERIN- OH WAIT. THERE WAS A SLYTHERIN RIGHT NEXT TO HER!

    THAT WAS RUDE AMETHYST. APOLOGIZE.

    Wait before you say something stupid-

    "Im sorry I was just comparing myself to a Slytherin in a bad way and now feel really bad." Words bubbled out of her and she clamped a hand over her mouth. SHE DID NOT JUST SAY THAT. "Oh my god im a terrible person for saying that. Im so sorry. Well I mean- Nothing is wrong with Slytherins. I think they are cool and really smart and can get out of anything they want easily cause they are so charming- Ima shut up now."

    Now was her turn to listen. MARKO HAS SAVED THE DAY BY ASKING A QUESTION ABOUT A BOOK!

    Amethyst liked books. She read all the time. From her wizard books to her not so school appropriate books that may or may not be hidden. She mouthed a 'thank you' to Marko for saving her even if he didnt really know.

    Her eyes then slowly drifted to Valencias book in her hand, gaze loitering on the cover. Sparks of realization in her eyes as a smile found its way to the corners of her lips Shes read it before. Valencia had good book choices. Maybe she should go to her for some. Could she make a book friend if she asked nicely?

    Probably not because she just might have offended her less than 5 minutes ago. Ok maybe that was out of the question. Darn Amethyst really wanted new books. OK MAYBE WAIT A BIT AND NOT BRING UP THE SUBJECT AND LISTEN QUIETLY THEN STRIKE. LIKE A SNAKE!

    Wait speaking of snakes where was Nesryn? Her beautiful black ball python as she could not have a poisonous one though she has secretly thought about getting one and hiding it. She glanced around before remembering she left her in her cage. Snow and snakes do not pair well together. Like muggle hippy jeans and their hideous neon shirts that had little swirls in it. She nose crinkled slightly in disgust.

    She was better than the,. She was a pureblood wizard- What was she thinking. They were normal people without magic. They couldnt help it. She should not make fun of them as she does not know what they go through. The Ravenclaw female tuned back into the conversation, watching others converse for a bit.

    After thinking for a moment and running out of Butterbeer she mustered up the courage to ask Valencia to go with her into the store and get another one. She was brave and courageous. Should have been placed in Gryffindor for that action alone! LOOK AT HER MAKE FRIENDS! WHEN DOES THIS EVER HAPPEN!

    "But what if they betray you?"

    Her insides whispered and she scratched her arm to shake off the thoughts. Future Amethyst could deal with it. She was here in the present and was going to not fall or break anything going into the store. The bell tolled as she stepped into the store and was hit by a wave of butterbeer, roasted meets, and then the clutter wooded area was also a dight to be seen.

    She glanced up at the counter before stepping back again. "Maybe we should not bother them- They seem a bit busy-" No one was really standing there. Amethyst just did not want to talk. Be the quiet mysterious kid who didnt speak to anyone-

    QUIT THINKING LIKE THAT. TAKE THIS LIKE A BOSS AND DO NOT BE A BAWK BAWK. She was better than those headless cretins.

    As Amethyst took a deep breath in and rolled her shoulder back to stand at the full height of 5'4 she approached the counter and ordered two butterbeers. "Any book recommendations I can read? I want a saucy one. You have a good taste in books I can tell and I am growing bored of my own. Also how are you today?" A smile placed on her lips as she glanced Valencia up and down before turning back to the area.

    A small hum from the female as her legs swayed in the seat she was perched in when...

    Clip clops could be heard outside the Three Broomsticks but they were a bit unusual. Not a horse but a dog.

    Clunk clunk clunk.

    Oh no she forgot to put Fat Ass up. yes the dog was named Fat Ass as he was a Fat Ass. He was a dark caramel brown and black pitbull who was ripped and looked dangerous but was just fat and a big sweetheart. Until Amethyst forgot to pay attention to him.

    The chaos has begun.

    The dog has now entered the store and his tail was swinging like crazy, whipping back and forth as he ran around the store at full speed. Knocking down tables and shattering glass in his wake.

    A laugh of terror bubbling from Amethysts chest as she couldnt help but watch. A couple shouts of her trying to get Fat Ass to calm down and from other people. She might have threatened them if they didnt shut up she would smite them. She was turning into Ren from the Slytherin House. Holy Merlin.

    "WAIT NO DONT GET BEHIND THE COUNTER FAT ASS!! GET BACK HERE!" She shouted as she swung herself over the counter and whacked what seemed to be an important pole and then something cracked. WELL SHITTTTTTTT.

    The roof cracked and let out a few groans before part of it just.. fell. Holy Merlin this was going to be an expensive fix.

    Maybe no more butterbeer in her life. SHE COULDNT LIVE WITHOUT IT! OH NOOOOOOOOOOO WHAT HAVE YOU DONE FAT ASS!

    Was going to get hung from the roof now. "Im so sorry Valencia- Are you hurt?" She asked the female before scanning the area for her dog. Who was sitting in the mists of the rubble he caused. She hated him sometimes. The Ravenclaw female narrowed her eyes and a sigh escaped her lips. HE TAKES AFTER HIS MOTHER.

    This is what happens when you try to make friends Amethyst. You just dont do it.































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Otto was zoned out, thinking to himself about what all he should get. However, he was brought back to reality by Ren plucking a sugared quill out of his hands. "Hey that's mine!" The prefect said in surprise. Maybe Otto should have kept his mouth shut because now Ren was going to poke and prod at him to reveal where his secret stash of sweets are located. "I can't tell you, you'll get rid of it!" Otto persisted with not telling Ren where his secret stash was, he was certain Ren might get rid of it and then he would not have anything to snack on. Then he quickly dove to grab the sugared quill that Ren had so carelessly plucked out of his hands. He needed that to chew on in class! Real quills didn't taste so good whenever he needed something to chew on as an oral stim. "You're so cruel Ren." Otto complained, but he still loved the man of course.

His eyes followed Ren's movements, completely forgetting the fact that he was here to buy stuff loaded with sugar. He just figured Ren was going to browse around impatiently while Otto picked out his things. Nope.

Otto went back to browsing, saving chocolate frogs for last when he cocked his head up at some noise. "Ren! What in Merlin's name are you doing!?" Otto hissed at him, stopping what he was doing to watch Ren. The chocolate frogs were free and what had been quite peaceful if you could call Honeyduke's that, had turned loud and chaotic. What was going through Ren's mind to make him do this? BOREDOM? ANGER? His skin prickled and crawled with heat. Discomforting heat. Some chocolate frogs hopped onto Otto's sweater and as much as he loved them, he grimaced.

No doubt about it, Ren was embarrassing him! Being stuck in this mess was so embarrassing for him and he honestly just wanted to shy away from everything, maybe sprint outside and let Ren come find him later when he was done trashing the store and gathering a chocolate frog army. "You're making me feel embarrassed Ren." Otto whispered under his breath, blood rushing to his cheeks and turning them a rosy shade of red, him also sucking on a Mice Pop that he had so casually grabbed. He loved Ren but this... this was completely uncalled for. But then he smiled cheekily, eyeing Ren. "10 points to Slytherin for making me laugh at least." Otto said softly but clear enough for Ren to hear him. Was he joking or was he being serious about it? Who knows. He just wanted to get out of here before they got expelled from Hogwarts or something.

"Come on Ren, let's get out of here before we get in trouble." Otto said, subtly taking some sweets with him and stuffing them in the jeans of his pocket. The brunet felt bad for stealing at Honeyduke's but Ren had basically wrecked the place and he hadn't even gotten what he had wanted yet. A few chocolate frogs were attached to Otto's green sweater, ribbiting and croaking as they struggled to climb up the fabric. The prefect grabbed Ren by his arm, briefly taking a moment to inhale Ren's scent of burnt sugar before starting to pull him out of Honeyduke's before they could be spotted. He began to pull the taller Slytherin out of the warm shop and into the bitter cold.

"Did you seriously have to do that Ren!? Gonna get us in trouble! Merlin, my secret stash is under our bed!" Said Otto through gritted teeth. Now they just had to go find Victor. Chocolate frogs were still clinging to Otto's sweater, and he used his free hand to grab the Sugared Butterfly Wing out of Ren's hair. He simply refused to let go of Ren's arm, holding it and looking over to Scrivenshaft's shop where he assumed Victor might be.


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Valencia Silverstine









Valencia stood there like a big oaf towering over them in her fucking boots and it made her feel incredibly awkward, to say the least. “ Why are they all so fucking short,” she thought as she listened to them drone on about classes.. “yawn” Valencia didn’t care about classes. She really didn’t care about much honestly. But classes were something that she never really had to worry about. Valencia put the bare minimum in and was fine with a B or a C, there for sure was no one she was trying to impress. “ You’re a Silverstein, We expect greatness and ...” her mother could barely even say it. “ A c in transfiguration.. Valencia .. what is wrong with you ... such a disgrace.” Valencia thought about that memory and smirked as the little troll ended up asking about her own classes.

She absentmindedly rolled her eyes at the question, “ fine .. I guess” she said with little effort to the boring fucking subject. She wanted to leave.

Valencia usually wouldn’t be caught dead around most people, let alone people like Marko or Amethyst. Now Valencia didn’t really think there was a *real* problem in spending time with them but if Valencia was with a group she was usually ridiculing or torturing them .. and she was not. She was talking about fucking classes...

“I just noticed the book you have, what is it ?” The troll said and her attention was finally peaked.

Valencia could feel her heart rate increasing and the palms of her hands getting a little sweaty .. this doesn’t happen, not to Valencia. What the hell was this? Anxiety? She wasn’t even home .. how? “ Umm..” Valencia tried to stupidly blurt out but words weren’t something she was going to be very capable of right now. She quickly tucked the saucy, scandalous book back into her pocket because knowing Marko his ass would probably read the smut in front of everyone and embarrass the hell out of her. “ Just some dumb muggle book, reading it for the stupidity of it honestly “ she finally got out with a little sweat dripping from her forehead despite the freezing temperature around them.

Lucky for Valencia Amethyst decided to chime in .. yet as it happens that wasn’t so lucky...

The one time Valencia was trying not to be mean, it came out mean. Valencia felt a twinge in her heart, guilt? “ You’re a bitch even when you’re trying not to be a bitch Val, wow, way to go you hurt her feelings idiot, “ she thought to herself as she sympathetically looked to Amethyst. She softly almost reached out about to say something but she quelled it within herself afraid to make the situation worse. Also apologizing was something Valencia NEVER did.

“ You are simply more pretty.” This caught her off guard

Valencia Logically knew she was attractive, hell no matter how much of a bitch she was she couldn’t even count the number of times that idiots had tried and failed to slip her some half-brained concocted love potion. The fact was Valencia had a hard time seeing it in herself. She never got any praise in that area from home, or any praise really. Once Valencia Transitioned it all stopped and turned to ridicule snide comments, and judgment. “ you’ll never be feminine enough, you’ll never be good enough, you’ll never surpass me, you’ll always be a disgrace “ played over and over in her head and it was hard to quiet those thoughts/memories down. So the “ you’re so pretty, you’re so loved, you’re so caring “ ones were overpowered and just became a quiet hum in the back of her mind. “ Thank you .” That was all Valencia could say.

Valencia's eyes somewhat narrowed at the Slytherin comment, but it quickly turned into a giggle when she saw how scatterbrained/distraught it made amethyst become. “ Well I’m a manipulating, lying, I'm uncultured of a bitch so some of the negatives of Slytherin are right, don’t worry about it .” She said with a smirk. Valencia had no problem bad-mouthing Slytherin, she hated being a Slytherin.

Before Valencia could even make a word of detest to Amethyst's offer of joining her, Valencia was being pulled by the wrist of the small girl who to Valencia’s surprise was actually fairly strong. Valencia trudged along unwillingly. As Valencia had almost smacked into the door as the bell dinged, Amethyst finally let her wrist go. Valencia subconsciously patted and swiped all the debris and fallen snow off her expensive coat. “You little..” Valencia groaned out to Amethyst before she noticed the girl just frozen there. She was anxious, Valencia could notice the feeling. Valencia gave the girl a slight shove to the back “ go on.” She whispered as she started to rub her hands together for warmth and took in the mess of the scenery around her. “This place looks perfect for Billy Bob and Sue, the married cousins, to spend their Sunday afternoons,” she thought to herself with an almost disgusted frown.

She was actually proud of the girl as she ordered their drinks and they both sat down in a little creaking wooden booth off to the side of the shop. As Valencia started to sip on the warm butterbeer the girl mentioned wanting some book recommendations. This perked Valencia’s interest now. “She liked romance books, alright this girl isn’t .. that bad ?” she thought. It was a first for Valencia to actually not totally despise someone, so that was a pleasant surprise. "Alright, so I’ve been reading this really racey muggle one that has like ..” Valencia's voice fell quiet now to talk about the almost taboo subject, she was getting excited. “Bondage” she whispered out with a smirk. “But the name of it is like shades of some color .. it’s..” Valencia thought, but her sentence was cut short by the commotion of some creature barreling its way into the shop.

Valencia covered her mouth with her sleeve in shock but also to hide her uncontrolled laughter as the huge hulk-like pitbull ran through and broke tables, knocking over both glass and people and just causing a complete uncontrollable mess. Amethyst chasing after the Big pupp made the whole thing even that much more amusing. She was once again walking around like her head had been missing from her body. Valencia’s stomach was hurting from the laughter. She had never really laughed this much in her whole life, it was a really good feeling, a feeling she hadn’t ever let herself feel before. Today was a good day. The first one in a long time for Valencia.

As the commotion finally settled down and the big brute of the pit bull was finally just sitting peacefully, looking like a cute little derp, Valencia decided to stand up now and carefully move her way around the debris. “ Valencia are you hurt ?” The girl asked, Valencia just held up her hand to her in response with a shake of her head. Valencia calmly and in a matter of merely a second had whipped out her black intricate wand from her pocket twirling it within her fingers and pointed it at the mess. “ Reparo Maxima “ Valencia shouted and sparks flew letting some of the rubble reform back to its original state, with a couple rounds of the charm most of the store had been put back in place ... Valencia tried her best but the hole in the roof wasn’t perfect .. it was far better than before but not 100% fixed she could only do so much. Valencia came off as someone who didn’t care about magic, but honestly, Valencia was a very powerful witch and caster. She liked to keep that part of herself hidden. Once the shop was pretty much fixed, Valencia ran over to the big oaf of a pup and threw her arms around it holding it and petting it. “ Hi!HI!” She cooed as the big thing happily wagged its tail smacking Valencia’s body, but she didn’t care, and as it started to lick her face she let out a warm giggle. Probably the softest and warmest anyone had ever seen her. Her warm eyes met those of Amethyst.

“ you’re a real bloody mess you know that, I like it. “ she giggled and smiled at her. Valencia might actually like this girl, might being the keyword.














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Getting comments about his endeavors was certainly not new for Mishka. 'Mishka you'll break your leg,' 'Mishka don't eat that,' 'Mikaela Charnov you change your cousin's head back to normal this instant!' ....Okay, maybe the last one was deserved. But dear cousin Alek had it coming.

Didn't matter though, the first of those types of comments was much more fitting for the situation at hand. Broom, check. Wand, check. Giant fluffy jacket, check.

"Bean! First outside and on their broom, go!"


This was not an unusual occurrence, chaotic Hufflepuff duo antagonizing the school. One of them could shout something to the other, usually Mishka, and something messy was about to go down. Like the time they participated in a drawn-out game of 'the floor is lava,' much to the confusion of the students with no clear muggle connection. It came to an abrupt end when Mishka, the cheeky bastard he was, called it while being scolded by the stick-up-his-ass Ravenclaw prefect Grayson in the middle of the halls. There was really nothing else to climb on. Needless to say, there was quite the infirmary trip.

Races like this were the most common interaction. The number of times they took the stairs regularly could probably be counted on only one hand. Parkour was the best way around.

Of course, with the warning called out, Mishka didn't wait around. He was a cheat like that, and he expected others to send the sentimentality right back. It gave it a rush, made things more fun. While Mishka had all his things prepared, Bean would have to scurry to catch up. He was confident she wouldn't be very far behind though in his full-on sprint, broom ready for the first chance he'd get to take off into the air. It was a challenging day for this kind of race, and Mishka liked a challenge. So many people moving around to go out.

There was no time to check on Bean's progress, eyes always had to be forward or else you risk a collision. Like the poor random first year that was in his path. Luckily, children were about his height and he had enough momentum going on to make a jump. Like leapfrog, hands-on shoulders to help propel himself over. The landing was a bit rough, shame. Maybe he could get Bean's help in practicing that move later. Racing was still the most important thing here, couldn't dwell too much on that.

Just a little further, regaining any lost speed from his staggering and-

The cold wind was sharp as it hit his face, Mishka hopping onto his broom the second he had open-air, gaze finally traveling quickly to search for his friend. Did he win? Brain having to take a moment to catch up as he saw his friends face nearby.

"Who was that?"
He asked excitedly, gliding closer so they could converse.
"Was it me? I think it was me."
Complete and utter bullshit, Mishka had absolutely no idea which of them got on their brooms first. He was just a cheater and if he could get Bean to agree then it was a win in his book.


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Bean was carefully an precariously balancing her books atop the desk in front of her, one hand scooting each book in the enormous pile to their spot and the other stuffing cat treats she bought in her maw. She liked the crunch. She stuck a little grubby paw in the container to her left only to lift her eyebrows in surprise. She looked over to the plastic box that contained the goods. The goods were gone. No more cat treats left. She made a high pitched whine and inhaled sharply.
"Must buy more. Gotta have more. The crunch."
She was lamenting her loss of crunchy goodness when suddenly Mishka, her partner in crime was yelling.
"Bean! First one outside and on their brooms wins!" and he was off like a shot. Bean stood with an urgency most probably wished she had for anything other than mischief and food and immediately took off after her friend. Attached to her hand the plastic container of empty dreams. She flung it off just in time to see it hit a first year straight in the face. He seemed dazed and looked around for the culprit but she was already gone.
Her next obstacle was the group of girls taking up the whole hallway. Bean rolled her eyes but danced around each girl nonetheless. Her coat twirling around her and her scarf smacking one of the girls in the face. It's what you get when you're in Bean's way apparently.
Bean wasn't far behind Mishka now, right on his tail. And her broom in the distance meant she just might win. The smack of the cold to her face made her close her eyes but she landed on her broom all the same. But who had won?
"It was me. Definitely me. I won," she chittered in that distinctly caracal way that set some people on edge. Vocal chords shouldn't do that, but somehow hers did. Maybe it was a muggle thing. She did a little maneuver with her broom and flipped herself over, hanging upsidedown from the piece of wood holding her aloft.
"I need more cat treats," she said, licking treat dust from her left hand. "The crunch."
She came back upright and tossed her curls out of her face before making her way towards the courtyard.
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Nikolai was impressed with themself for doing such a good job pushing Rikki’s buttons. It wasn’t every day they could get such a rise out of Rikki,
“I wouldn’t call waiting outside your common room tracking you down desperately. But if you’d like that I’m sure I could try a little harder.”
One little outburst wasn’t going to keep them from keeping their side of the bargain. If anything, it was a bit amusing. They knew Rikki could be defensive, it came with the territory, but he didn’t seem actually agitated.

Nikolai didn’t know where to start in this place. He wasn’t the biggest fan of pranks and neither was Rikki. Between all the dungbombs and nose biting teacups there were some gems. Bruise removal paste would come in handy between Quidditch and other activities. Why hadn’t he been in here before? That was going in his practice bag for sure. Shit what else could they have that was useful.

Coming in here had been a joke, but Nikolai was getting more serious about it by the second. The muggle trick display was captivating. Who knew muggle’s thought they too could do “magic?” Charming! The display of love potions was another quaint attraction. They had no use for such a potion and wouldn’t dream of using one anyway, but it was endearing that people thought something like this could solve their problems.
“I’m sure you’d get some kind of kick out of these, huh Rikki?”
He knew if Rikki used these it would probably be for some sort of con, but that was better than what some people would do with it.

Other displays had fireworks and other less than tasteful tricks, but Nikolai didn’t mind the ridiculous item or two if it meant getting to what was good. Extendable ears, self writing quills, and sunny spells all found their way into their basket. Hell, they hadn’t even been shopping.
“I suppose this has been torturous enough for you by now? Or should we do another lap?”
They wouldn’t mind peaking at muggle magic one more time, but knew Rikki probably wouldn’t be having that.

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What had Victor done to deserve this? He hadn’t gotten in trouble once this year, he’d been good. Was this repercussion for all of his sins in his life? He didn’t think he’d been that bad. Well… No. No one deserved to deal with Grayson.
“My blood is purer than yours could ever be Lavicchi. Don’t forget it.”
Blood-Traitor. What the hell was he on? It was true Otto was a Half-Blood, but everyone had at least one friend like that. And Otto was good to him. He could overlook parentage one time. Just this once.

Victor eye’d River, debating his blood status. Grayson was probably lying,
“At least my friends are coherent. Unlike your sewer rat.”
Oh great now Grayson was talking as if he understood that thing.
“You’re a fool to believe a word he says. He’s absolutely mad and you know it.”
Victor tried to coax the clicking noise he made to a stop, but his mouth had a mind of it’s own. Curse his stupid bird brain. He grew hotter with every word from the prefect’s mouth.

With a clenched jaw, it took all Victor had to not start swinging in this shop. There he went on Otto again. Why the fuck did he care about Otto so much?
“Say one more thing about them, I dare you!”
He shouldn’t act like this, it only gave the Ravenclaw more satisfaction, but he wouldn’t just let Grayson talk like this and get away with it. 20 points was nothing compared to the satisfaction of hitting him with a bludger at full force.

Your other half? You speak as if you’re together, Blood Traitor. Suddenly clicking wasn’t enough. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of being with Ren or even Otto. He’d follow them to the ends of the earth. But when you’re a pureblood AND an only child, there are expectations in place. Expectations he wasn’t and might never start meeting. He knew that, but it didn’t mean everyone else had to know his failure. Especially not Grayson.

“That’s it!”
He growled as Grayson spoke to River. Victor grabbed Grayson by the sweater and pushed him into the door, which happily burst open with it’s familiar ring. Damn, he wasn’t getting those quills today. Without wasting even a second, he threw the prefect into the snow. He kicked the wand from the ravenclaw’s hand and it skidded across the snow. God this was satisfying. A few blows with his feet to Grayson’s side was nice, but nothing was more satisfying than a good punch.

“You really need to learn how to shut your fucking mouth. Maybe I’ll just do it for you.”
He reached into the pocket of his pants,
“I’m doing this for your own good.”
He curved and flicked his wand,
“Silencio.”
That wasn’t enough though, he needed to release his anger. Once Victor was on top of Grayson, he stopped being able to tell where one punch ended and another began. His left knuckles grew white as he held Grayson by the shirt while his right knuckles grew red and soon purple as he hit whatever he could, hopefully the face.
“You think you’re fucking invincible because you’re a god damn prefect. Well I’m Victor fucking Black. I’m better than you and always will be. You better fucking remember that.”
He didn’t care that he spit while he talked or that there was blood on his fancy shirt. This guy needed to know his place. He knew this damage wasn’t permanent, but oh did it feel good.

“Oh and if you EVER talk that way about my friends again, you better pray it doesn’t get back to me, Lavicchi. Or you’ll be begging for forgiveness from the whole Black family. Nod if you understand.”
After the fact, Victor thought Grayson’s face just looked pathetic. Poor guy should learn how to defend himself.

Victor knew he was screwed before he even let go of Grayson. This was like 10,000 points from Slytherin bad now. Ren would say it was worth it, but the detention would suck ass.











































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Oh good, Niamh wanted her around. Anxiety lifted. For now at least. Maybe Niamh just knew what she’d be asking for. Either way, Mila was grateful for the invitation.
“I’d like that a lot,”
she confirmed with a smile. Niamh had always been nice to her. She very much appreciated the kindness. Some people, Grayson, had been really getting onto her lately, especially about how she did her job. She was trying really hard, but he didn’t care about that. He only cared about numbers and micromanaging the halls. She wasn’t as good at holding her ground like he was.

Mila was glad Wesley was coming as well. It was good for him to get out, even if it was just with his sister. Plus, she wasn’t the best at keeping conversations going. The more the merrier, especially if she didn’t need to talk so much.
“I’m okay with waiting.”
Dogweed and Deathcap wasn’t going anywhere any time soon.

This silence was awkward wasn’t it. She’d have to say something.
“So… How’re your classes?”
Great. Such a good conversation starter. Go Mila! You get a T in conversation! Any other bright ideas?
"Oh, did you want to stop anywhere specific? I wanted some new plants, but we don't have to look if you don't want to."
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Willow



Gryffindor Troublemaker













Willow wasn’t too surprised when Amethyst had gotten up to get more butterbeer. She’d always been kinda jumpy like that. Instead, they enjoyed this short time with Marko.
“So, you getting into reading now? Don’t get all intelectual on me.”
They weren’t really into books the way ravenclaws were. All good books had movie adaptations anyway. Why would they read one when they could watch it?

When the dog followed, Willow barely batted an eye. That was his business, who were they to tell him he couldn’t go inside. Hell, they’d give him a butterbeer if he asked! Then the crashes came. It was a toss up on if that came from Amethyst or Fat Ass.
“You think she needs help in there?”
They asked Marko before they took another sip of their drink.
“Nah, they’ll be fine,”
Willow brushed off the chaos a moment later. Amethyst was like a cat, she always got back up or whatever the saying was.

Willow spoke too soon. They jumped in their seat when the roof caved in.
“Ceilings just do that, right?”
No not right. Maybe it was time to intervene, look for survivors, and- oh no wait it was back up. Sometimes magic still amazed them. To be fair, they were very bad at it. Very bad. There was no way they’d have been able to fix that roof. Oh well, rest and relaxation time.
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MOOD: FUCK.

OUTFIT: Something colorful n comfy

LOCATION: Right outside 3 Broomsticks
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INT:
Willow ( Harrowhark Harrowhark )
Amethyst ( Cello. Cello. )
Valencia ( bambiighoul bambiighoul )

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TL;DR HOLY FUCKING SHIT THAT ROOF JUST CAVED IN- oh its fine now.
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Marko

Marko was even more interested at Val’s sudden awkwardness surrounding the book. Now they were getting somewhere interesting! Deserved another sip of butterbeer for that. Yay butterbeer.

“Actually the muggle stuff is some of my best things.” Marko said as Val left with Amethyst. Boo. He wanted to know the book title! “I not expect you to read something for stupid.” He said, an easy little grin spreading across his face.

“Slytherins have funny name. Sounds slithery. Sounds like start of a stereotype, you ever think about that?” Marko said. “Mmmmm so does Hufflepuff. Sounds stupid. Like something soft.”

That deep insight deserved another drink of his golden necta- WAIT AWW THEY WERE LEAVING NOW NOOOOOOOOO

He turned to Willow, guess it was just them now, their friends abandoned them all alone. How dare they. At least misery liked company.

Sad sip of his butterbeer.

“Read in English? You think I’m smart now? Head must explode.” Marko joked. Books were boring, he’d been forced to read a lot of them as a kid. He still read from time to time, but only in Russian or Ukranian. The words tended to float around when he was reading in English. Stupid English alphabet.

The dog ran past, and Marko resisted the urge to go running after the dog. Dog! Must pet! But he stayed where he was. Crashing ensued, and Marko’s muscles tensed for a second, resisting the urge to jump in.

“Uhm….” Marko heard more crashing. “... Yeah I guess they’ll be fine.”

He didn’t like that. He didn’t like the idea of his friends being in danger. He wasn’t a very good wizard, but he loathed the idea of anyone else - friend or foe - dying when he could’ve done something to hel-

THAT ROOF JUST CAVED IN HOLY FUCKING SHIT NO FUCK.

Marko jumped over to the Three Broomsticks, his face showing a surprisingly amount of seriousness as he assessed the situation, his heart pounding a mile a minute, his wand drawn. What was he going to do? He had no fucking clue, he was a fucking shitty wizard but he had to do SOMETHING. HIS FRIENDS WERE IN THERE.

He couldn’t let anyone else he loved die - Amethyst his friend and Valencia his mild acquaintance. They were important to him, and even if they didn’t reciprocate… THEY WERE FUCKING IMPORTANT TO SOMEONE ELSE GODDAMMIT HE HAD TO FUCKING FIND A WAY TO AT LEAST GET THEIR BODIES BACK TO THEIR LOVED ONES.

Oh. The roof was back on now. He blinked thrice, feeling kind of stupid, wand drawn just standing in front of the store. What was he thinking he was going to do? Whack the problem with his stick until it fixed itself? Stupid. Stupidstupidstupid. He went back to Willow

“Yeah. They got it.” He said, with an easygoing shrug and a grin, like nothing had happened. Like he wasn’t fucking rattled and he felt his hands go a bit shaky. He downed the rest of his butterbeer in one go. It was the cold making him shiver a bit. Nothing to worry about. He put his hands in his pockets.
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Ravenclaw Prefect



GRAYSON LAVICCHI.













mood

NOT RACISM !!











outfit

Clicky











location

Outside Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop











interactions

River + Victor











tags

qunqun qunqun Harrowhark Harrowhark















Grayson received a dark look from River, taking him aback. He wasn’t expecting it from the likes of the Seer, a strike of normalcy in somebody so strange. It seemed the prophet wasn’t happy with what he had said.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” He whispered, much like a husband trying to convince his wife that her dress was nice and didn’t make her look fat. Minimise the fall out before he was forced to sleep on the couch.

Grayson went to brush past and be upon his merry way, if not for the hand that grabbed his arm to stop the objective. River had once more latched on to spill more gospel. Something about Beans and Snow and the recurring mention of his ‘fall’. Plus, something about Eros towards Victor.

Now he was trying to figure out if River had worded that badly, or if Victor really was in some kind of relationship with the other two. His gaze flashed to Victor in question. Surely not, he thought, that would be highly inappropriate. The oblivious Grayson brushed the comments aside and decided it was just River’s way of speech. River’s very poorly worded speech. While Victor was a horrid little boy he’d never actually believe a pureblood would do such a thing- Polyamory no less.

Victor said the poor sinner was crazy, which Grayson was silently inclined to agree with. River was most likely just stoked up on Dragon Whiskey and spouting whatever bullshit came to mind. Snow beans and Victor in love? Grayson could almost smile at something so stupid. Almost.

“Maybe you’re just not very smart.” By the tension in the male’s jaw and snapping responses, Grayson could see he was winning, a glimmer of evil sparking in the silver eyes. Victory was his. The slytherin had lost his cool and failed.

The achievement was short-lived.

Victor grabbed him by the sweatshirt and Grayson’s face paled like that of porridge. The barbarian looked ready to become physically hostile.

“What are you going to do? Hit me?”

Yeah.

In a wild succession of movement Victor was shoving him through the door and out into the snow. Cold and wet and disgraceful and firing up Grayson’s anger. Nobody got to handle him like this, he wasn’t some dog to throw out onto the street. He was a Lavicchi and their dignity was of utmost importance. With gritted teeth he scrambled back across the ground and pulled his wand, only just levelling it towards Victor before a sharp hit had it hurled somewhere in the snow.

“You fight like a House-Elf!” Admittedly not Graysons best jab, but he was in the midst of being attacked and wasn’t very good at knowing when to shut up.

Grayson was weaponless, not a single chance at coming out of this fight unscathed. In realisation of the pain that would succeed, his eyebrows scrunched with fleeting dread. Surely someone would stop Victor. It was out in the open and people were milling about. Nobody would allow such a prestigious student to be harmed.

Surely River would help?

The Prefect curled to try and protect himself as the Slytherin threw sharp kicks into his back and stomach. Expected future bruises. This situation would be brief, he told himself through grunts and gasps of pain. All he had to do was wait for Victor to get bored or for somebody to step in.

Then Victor was climbing onto him like some feral crazed animal, shadowed eyes and radiating rage. For someone dressed so formal, Victor did not act like it. Grayson realized it was not going to be so easy to get away unscathed.

Grayson did not want to get hit.
Unfortunately, Grayson deserved to get hit.
Hence, Grayson got hit.

Not only with a silencing spell, but a fist as well.

Victor socked him right in the face, something he should have been wary about before running his mouth. Grayson was astonished that anyone would dare strike him, his hands to his face in disbelief and pain, unable to make noise or bitch at Victor for it. If he was able to speak it would’ve been along the lines of, ‘You hit me! You brute!’

He raised his arms to shield his face from the successive pummeling, fists hitting both against his arms and face. Victor had swarmed with a hurricane of rage and the victim was not handling it well. He did try to remove the hand gripping his shirt but settled for digging nails into the wrist, shoving his other hand into Victor’s jaw to try to drive him away. Grayson was not violent, his poor attempts to deter the beast rendering void.

The prefect exhaled shakily, blinking snow from his eyes after another strike to his face. Soon he’d be back at Hogwarts, the soft sweet Oatmeal in his arms. The round kind stare. The dumb little short legs and perfect whiskers with the pinkest nose. Soon they will be reunited and the horrors of this trip will be forgotten.

Knuckles slammed into his temple, sending another wave of ache smashing into skin and bone. He inhaled sharply, head to the side and watching the horizontal line of shoes shuffle by. The snow was cold, something he noticed as it pressed to his cheekbone. He hoped it would numb the throbbing of his skull.

Another hit. Grayson realized the cold did not numb anything, and that it instead burned at the broken skin.

Another hit. He found that blood, however, was warm. It felt hot as it ran down his face. He wished he could take a moment to clean it off.

Another hit. He wouldn’t be able to get those sweaters from Gladrags Wizardwear. Pestilence would have to wear her old ones until they were delivered by owl. How unreliable.

Another hit. River’s shopping trip might have to be rescheduled. Tardy.

All Grayson could hear was his own heartbeat and labored breathing as if underwater. Victor was speaking but the blend of words were hard to focus on. The throb of his brain was loud and everything hurt. Grayson gave a feeble nod in understanding, questionable if he had processed anything that was said. As long as Victor stopped he was willing to agree to whatever.

Grayson thought it was over, watching the shape of Victor let him go. Relief.

Until another shoe collided into his side. A second attacker, Funai Ren. It knocked the breath from his lungs, rolling and clutching at the sore ribs. He could find gratitude in the silencing spell as it saved his wounded dignity from an even steeper plummet. His beating was at least a quiet one.

With the less hits to his face the static was clearing and he was sobering enough to catch onto the mention of ‘Stomp his knee’.

Pardon.


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Slytherin



FUNAI REN.













mood

MOODY + IMPULSIVE











outfit

Clicky











location

Honeydukes > Hogsmeade Street











interactions

Otto + Victor + Grayson











tags

fairyfawn fairyfawn Harrowhark Harrowhark















Otto asked what he was doing. Ren blinked. He thought it was obvious.

“Standing here.”

The reply was not false. Perhaps he should clarify more.

“Holding them.”

Not false either. He indeed stood, chocolate frogs perched safely on his arms. Specifically, what was he doing? Saving the amphibians.

But the prefect seemed upset about this; Turning red and whispering that Ren was embarrassing him.

Ren frowned at that, averting his eyes unhappily. It had stung slightly, teetering awfully close to an insecurity of inadequacy. A dangerous territory to step foot upon. Unlike Otto, Ren was not embarrassed. He did not see the point, too brash for his own good. The mayhem of Honeydukes was only a minor hindrance to his overall hatred for leaving Hogwarts. He had left the safety of the Slytherin common room, trudged through the sub-zero temperatures in flowy fabrics, been abandoned by Victor, forced into the cramped uncomfortable space of Honeydukes and was now being confronted by Otto for Merlin knows what.

Ren didn’t think he had done anything wrong, moodily taking a sugar quill from the mess as if that would fix everything. Yes, he may have ruined Otto’s outing and favourite shop and accidentally released a mayhem of sentient frogs that trashed Honeydukes, but it was for a very good and valid reason:

The chocolate had stared at him.

Ren thought about firing back an immature ‘Well you brought me here’, but managed to control the remark. Luckily he did, as Otto switched up and rewarded him with 10 points. Whether that was false or not was unknown, but looking over and seeing the prefect smiling eased his growing attitude. Otto was not mad.

Ren returned a very faint smile, a rare moment of behaving. Fuzzy feeling.

Without comment he watched the male shoplift sweets then his arm and drag him from the store. The correct word would have been escorted, as Otto showed no sign of removing the grip. It was the equivalent of a teacher yanking you along to the headmasters office, making Ren side eye it suspiciously. Perhaps he was in trouble. He didn’t mind physical touch in public, subtlety was quickly lost with him-- however the manner of the arm hold felt passive aggressive. Almost as if Otto was stopping him from running off to cause more ‘embarrassment’.

He still held a grudge for that comment. He would brew on it.

Annoyingly, Otto smelled nice. It was easier to notice when out of Honeydukes and right next to each other. Candied cherries and baked apples, sweet and warm. There was no issue with the close proximity, generally unbothered by such things. Ren could be clingy when he felt like it, now just wasn’t the time.

As soon as they were out the door the chocolate frogs on Ren’s body jumped to the ground and scattered away. All but his new Friend who remained comfortable in his hand. He had freed a number of amphibians from their cruel packages, a kind and heroic gesture. There was an attempt to turn and watch the others hop away through the snow however Otto was pulling him along, supposedly to find Victor.

Ren still had the shelter of the green coat -- now in a despairing state of nougat and coconut ice. He wasn’t sure what reactions that would receive, but felt confident that he’d be able to coax his way out of any consequences. Victor would not get mad at him. Ren will act be very sad.

Or, he’d just blame it on Otto. After all, Otto was the one who wanted to go to Honeydukes in the first place. Ren didn’t even want to come to Hogsmeade, only coming out of pure spite.

The Butterfly Wing was plucked from his hair, making Ren look over and blink. Slowly, Ren held out the sugar quill to the male in a shy apology.

"Did you seriously have to do that, Ren!? Gonna get us in trouble! Merlin, my secret stash is under our bed!"

Nevermind.

The same frown returned, connecting the dots that Otto thought he did it just to get information. Realistically it would not be a surprise from the likes of Ren, who could stoop low to get things that he wanted. Unfortunately in this situation he only wished to help chocolate frogs. The triumph from finding out the location of the stash was engulfed in moody silence.

He was feeling conflicted, set off by the flummox of one reaction to the other. Ren didn’t know if Otto was upset or not, if what he had done was good or bad. The healthy thing to do would explain he was confused and simply ask. Perhaps communicate that it was not on purpose.

However,

Ren could be particularly good at giving the silent treatment.
Ren could also be particularly good at lashing out.
A mix of both was decided.

He clutched the chocolate frog closer, glare twisting his features.

“Take Victor instead, then.” The snap was cold and harsh, a match to the wintry wind that bit his skin once more. If Ren was too embarrassing to bring around, Otto could just take the posh one. There might be an apology issued later but for now Ren was irritated. He wished he stayed at Hogwarts. The faster they located the aforementioned Victor, the faster he could go back.

And speaking of which, his gaze landed on the chaos in the street. Ren blinked, expression unwavering at the sight.

It had not been long.

Not long at all.

Victor had been unattended for not even half an hour, now seen scrapping with the Ravenclaw boy. Ren tilted his head to the side, curious. Victor looked oddly familiar in this state. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it. A snow bug, maybe.

The Ravenclaw was pitiful to see, evidently not much of a fighter. Victor on the other hand had really laid into him. He wasn’t going to stop Victor (or himself) from beating the Ravenclaw aristocrat.

“Hold.” He shoved the chocolate frog into Otto’s hands, followed by pulling the coat off and draping it over the Slytherin’s head. The cold was no longer a bother, adrenaline simmering blood and keeping him warm. He didn’t need to know the context of the fight or who was in the wrong to have the unstoppable need to assist.

His shoes crunched the snow as he neared, stepping on crisp red and white. Then as if the poor prefect really needed it, Ren delivered a violent kick into the Ravenclaw’s side. The horrible temper and zero self control had arrived to make the situation worse. His fierce need to avenge Victor far outweighed rational thinking and consequences of doing such a thing. Avenging specifically what could be found out later.

There was another kick, a harsh ram into the ribs for good measure. Then another. And another. And on and on it went. Victor may have the initiative to bring a fight to a stop, Ren didn’t share it. Ren was annoyed.

“Hold his leg.” He instructed Victor after a furious flurry of punts, out of breath from the exertion of violence. “I’m gonna stomp his knee.” The extremity had joined, hard kicks now evolved to wanting to break bones. Over indulgent behaviours and zero composure. Hello to the restraint of a teaspoon.


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Sam saw a hooded figure near the back of the store. *Now who was that?* She thought she recognized their jacket but couldn’t figure it out. She then watched as the Slytherin violently forced her Prefect out the door. Regardless if she liked Grayson or not, she couldn’t idly stand by as he was attacked. She was too protective of the Ravenclaw name to watch idly by as a Ravenclaw was beaten. Without thinking, she rushed out the door and drew her wand. She hesitated at first because of the brute violence. She watched Grayson get pummeled and was shocked when a second attacker joined in. Then she reacted with quick reflexes. “Depulso!” She shouted, attempting to knock the new attacker aside. She then turned to the one she believed to be Victor and turned her wand on him. "Why don't you pick a fair fight, slytherin." She said, glaring at Victor. Then, she felt a cold rush of wind come from behind her. She suddenly realized who she had seen in the store. It was the Potions Professor.

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Nicholas rapidly responded. However, a wall of students had blocked his path for a good minute. He forced his way through but not before Grayson had taken a beating and Sam had quickly attempted to hit one of the students with a surprise depulso attack. Nicholas rapidly removed his hood with his right hand and drew his wand with his left. The purple glistened, responding to the sudden surge of magic. *Expelliarmus* he thought, and flicked his wand. The wand in Sam’s hand ejected into the air. Nicholas then grabbed Sam by the collar and moved her out of her fighting stance and out of the line of fire. “That is enough.” He stated, his voice booming. The only sound was the cold wind around them, the crowd cheering them on had fallen silent. “This behavior is unacceptable from you all. There will be no fighting on this trip, we will not allow Hogsmeade to be damaged further." Nicholas stated, slightly lowering his wand from the defense position. “Now, all of you get up and collect your wands and return them to your pockets. If they leave your pockets during the remainder of the Hogsmeade trip, I will take them and hold onto them until morning.” Nicholas said. He finally glanced at his wand and noticed that the purple wood which he used to fill the cracks in his wand were slightly glowing. Strange, this had never happened before. The strands were taken from his mother’s wand, so it’s possible that it was reacting to the surge in adrenaline throughout his body and the use of the disarming spell. He finally completely lowered his wand, watching the purple fade as he lowered it. He kneeled down next to Grayson. Obviously injured, they would likely require medical attention. He quickly checked Grayson's ribcage to ensure they were breathing properly."Can you breathe, Grayson?" Nicholas asked.

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Lucas had watched the fight unfold and the sudden, violent reaction of not only his sister but the professor as well. Because of this, he hadn't gotten involved.
Besides, his sister was fighting 2 slytherins, and he really didn't want to take a side in this fight. Last thing he needed was more hate.
 
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Slytherin



Rikki













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fuckfuckfuck











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Warm and Chic











location

Zonko's Joke Shop











interactions

Nikolai, Shopkeep











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Harrowhark Harrowhark















Nikolai was now cocky, a horrible look on them. Revenge was definitely in store.... At some point at least. The quip back for Rikki's desperate comment had cemented things further. But then-

Was Nikolai serious? Were they genuinely getting interested in this stupid store? Why was the only person he willingly associated with such an idiot? At least the bruise cream made sense but, why were they so entranced by that dumb muggle magic kit? It was stupid, they had real magic so what was even the point? Oh, but that face she was making- He was weak. Rikki quickly stole his eyes away, not needing to see his friend fawn over more stupid things and get any dumb ideas.

At least Nikolai managed to help with that a little, as their attention moved onto the love potion and she commented on Rikki probably being able to find some use out of them, the blond rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, how about I slip you one and then you'll get me that firewhiskey."
He reached forward to pick one up, as if he was actually considering buying it. It wasn't even all the tempting to him in reality, even for a con. Being able to find a good use and actually liking the results was not the same thing. He placed the bottle back down with a shrug.
"Not my style, takes the fun out of things."


Moving on, past cheap parlor tricks, seemed to be where Nikolai found the rest of his impromptu shopping list. Though Rikki was surprised to note that one of those muggle magic kits hadn't been added.... And it seemed that they were finishing up to go to check out.....

Fuck.

He was so weak and so stupid.

Giving Nikolai a look to 'get on with it,' to hurry them along and out of the store- Rikki was putting an entirely new plan into action. While Nikolai was focused on checkout, Rikki did manage to catch eyes with the shopkeep. Hand gripping his wand and giving a silent flick, he got one of the kits floating and mouthed a 'shh' motion and 'gift.' Perhaps sticking through Hogwarts this long was a good thing, there were certainly some skills he had a knack for. Sixth year had brought along practicing nonverbal spells, making amazing progress over just these couple of months. Then again, he was also a sneaky person, and his wand reflected that as well. Made sense he was more naturally adept in this area.

Rikki casually leaned on something to place down the money for it. Hopefully, the guy understanding that Rikki was being discreet on purpose. With a little twinkle as he wrung up Nikolai's things, it seemed they managed to communicate well as he gave no indication of a problem when Rikki sent the kit higher into the air to hide it. He was going to drag it outside secretly and then hand it over, had to add some mystery how he acquired it, after all, would make the reaction more fun.

Rikki managed his concentration until they got back outside, doors shutting behind them, he laid eyes on the chaos. It almost made him drop the kit that was now floating behind him. Thankfully, it had been his plan to hold onto it manually by now, and was able to snag it, hands behind his back as he raised a brow to the scene.

"I'm not surprised."
He spoke, voice bored as if this was something to see every day and completely ignoring it. He was not going to have whatever shit show that was ruining his surprise. With a huff and magic kit in hand, he moved in front of Nikolai to block out the view. Well, the point was there to block the view. Wasn't really all that effective with the height difference.

But, Rikki could get their attention downwards and onto what was so much more important easily. Shoving the box against Nikolai's chest harshly, he held back from spewing any insults about how stupid he and the magic kit were. Though he was glaring at it as if it had personally offended him in some way. But that was a usual glare from Rikki. He was just mildly flustered from being nice.

"Take it."



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OUTFIT: Slightly disheveled school clothes

LOCATION: Wherever Grayson's at
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MENTIONS:
Nikolai
The professors
Ren

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Grayson ( Gao Gao )
Victor ( Harrowhark Harrowhark )
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TL;DR LISTEN TO ME PLEASE NEXT TIME
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River

Still a glare at Grayson as he tried defending himself with a “I didn’t mean it like that.” Rude. And all River was trying to do was keeping Grayson from hurting himself.

And to be called mad by Victor. How very rude of him. River simply sighed and stepped back out of the path of collateral damage, right as Victor launched himself at Grayson

Grayson really kind of deserved this so River let it happen, instead choosing to once again listen to the whispers that pulled at him. Oh the life of a seer, to warn people of what was to come, and then be ignored. There was the cold dragon, coming to help. Thank you, narration of the universe.

Of course. And then right on time here was the Ravenclaw to come to Grayson’s defense and hex the tw-

Wait. Hex the two? No nononononono that was escalating things too far. Too far. They were going to get into actual trouble now if that’s what was going to happen.

A pink blur streaked through the fight, nimbler than possible for what was supposed to be a drunk, and just on time,

“PROTEGO!” Stopped the depulso, his wand drawn in a flash. Alright. The pink haired seer was getting into the mix now, it appeared. He was leaning pretty heavily on Victor for that, having had to slide into place right in front of Victor to put up the shield charm in time. The seer began tugging Victor away from the prefect to very little effect.

“The masters of the pupils approach, Dark Nike. Please, get off of the silver crow before they arrive so we don’t receive too harsh punishment.” River hissed, trying to tug Victor away.

Too little, too late, sorry Victor. And just like that, River disappeared into the crowd of students before the teacher could get too close.

They were shooing the crowd away while trying to ask Grayson questions about how injured he was. Were they not watching? Did they not hear the silencio? River waved his wand from where he was watching from the crowd, muttering the incantation to release Grayson from his silence.

Sorry Grayson, but unfortunately this seer had a little bit of self-preservation in him after all, have fun getting snow dumped on you. Time to see what their friend Nikolai had to do
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