Slash Gash Terror Crew;;

[prongs]

Dylan Barker looked up at the gray castle cloaked by twilight, his black, soulless eyes resting on it.
I'll just be living on the streets then.
He didn't have anywhere to go and live after he refused Bethany's offer, and it wasn't like he could take it back; the Ravenclaw and the Hufflepuff barely made eye contact nowadays.
Dylan looked out into the crowd of students, trying to find a friendly face or two.
Of course, he was alone yet again. Not like it came as a suprise to him or something.
Dylan sighed, looking back at the only home he ever knew, trying to think of what he would do to survive the summer. He had no money, no clothes, no food...

Liam Smith looked up at the castle, a small smile coming to his face. It would be nice to see his relatives again.

Taylor Swan grinned, looking up at the castle, watching as the trees flowed with the summer breeze, as if they were waving goodbye to her.
So much happened this year.
She looked down at her leg, still in a splint, the bite marks still fresh on her leg...
She shivered, trying to imagine the pain she would feel being infected with lycanthropy.
She hated Xavier, but she knew he didn't conciously do it. She wanted to get closer to him, oddly...

Alexandrina hugged her friend, boarding the train. She had her satchel at her side, looking at the compartments filling with the students, awkwardly frowning as she saw they were mostly occupied.
She saw a familiar face - the one of Percy.
Alex blushed; would he even remember her? They would be good friends, maybe...
That night was so long ago; she saw him around the halls every so often, and she remembered what happened.
Gosh, I wonder how that Barker kid turned out? Hope he and the redhead are still together.
Alex looked at him, but he seemed interested in a second year Gryffindor...they were snogging.
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[Miss Murder]

Xanthe and Alcatraz
I'm not running away, been fighting this so long.
Such a price that we pay, we gotta be so strong.

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“Are you okay?”
Xanthe stared down at the red carpet in their rear compartment of the Hogwarts Express. They were seated across from each other, but Xanthe didn’t acknowledge Alcatraz. She had not even told him what happened the other night, and had barley spoken since to anyone.
The way she had talked and acted to Darien wasn’t like her. She was still in love with him. There would never be any chance of them getting back together, making things they way they were, could be. But she knew it shouldn’t be. For both their safeties.
“Hey… can you hear me?”
Alcatraz leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees and resting his head on his closed fists. His eyes burned into hers when she finally looked at him, and Xanthe sighed.
“What do you want?”
“What happened with that Barker kid?”
She adverted her gaze again, this time in the opposite direction to look out of the compartment’s door window. “It doesn’t matter. It’s over. Dylan and I will never be together again. That’s all you need to know.”
Alcatraz blinked, his eye brows raising a bit. “Sure, whatever you want…”
He knew naturally that if Xanthe didn’t want to tell anyone, she never would. Whatever happened between her and that Barker dude was going to be just between them for a long time. Well, until Barker cracks… maybe he should seek him out and talk to him. He had to know at least a few details. If it was enough to shut Xanthe up it was majour. She'd talk for hours if you let her.
The now sixth year Slytherin watched the kids outside of the window and saw a familiar face.
Ask and you shall receive.
Without saying anything, Alcatraz got up from his seat and quickly opened the compartment door, leaving Xanthe alone. He had to catch up to Dylan and ask him what all this was about. Normally, Alcatraz wasn’t one to care about other people’s feelings, but she was one of his only friends. Well, probably the only friend he had.
His black trench coat slightly blowing out from behind him, Alcatraz pushed through the sea of students boarding the train and halted at the front door. When Barker stepped on board, he would strike.
He was going to find out what the hell was going on.

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[prongs]

Dylan Barker blinked as the wind blew in his eyes, grabbing the handrailing of the train. The scent of something burning and the candy trolley were all too familiar to him. What he was last going to remember of Hogwarts.
Dylan looked through the bangs of his hair as he scanned the halls, looking for the compartments where mainly Hufflepuffs sat.
Looking down, he saw someone blocking him, making his eyebrows furrow with frustration.
"Could you move the hell out of the way?" he snarled, only then realizing how large his opponent was in comparison to him.
Looking up, he saw an all too familiar face.
"Oh. Hey Alcatraz."
His dark eyes narrowed at the Slytherin.
"...and Alcatraz will do practically anything for me. He’s very smart and knows how to talk."
As if she were right there behind him, he could hear her words.
Her words haunted him like a ghost...
"What the hell do you want with me now?"

Bethany Jacobs slid on the train quickly, her hair in a messy, swaying ponytail. She had a pretty bad hangover from the night before, and now with the light shining a little too brightly and every anxious student raising their voices a little too loud...
Bethany snarled at a first year that passed her. She wasn't in a great mood.

David Solomon grabbed onto his owl cage, his chocolate eyes gleaming. It was his last day out of this dump of a school, and he was sure to party on that notion later tonight...
Walking through the train, his large, muscular arms gripping onto his few possesions, he scanned the area for an open compartment.
Spotting a familiar redhead from two years back, he grinned to himself, opening the door.
"This place taken?" he asked, winking.[/size]

[Miss Murder]

Alcatraz and Xanthe
Oh, the webs I weave, I am caught in this game…
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Alcatraz remained silent as he grabbed Dylan by the scruff, and yanked him in contrast with his body movements as he twisted around. He pushed the Hufflepuff to the wall to make way for the other students passing them, but remained a distance from Dylan’s face. He would not appreciate being spit on, or bitten, or whatever this guy was into.
“I’m not here to fight. I just want to know what you did to Xanthe.”
His words were simple, but were spoken in a harsher tone than he originally anticipated. Alcatraz’s eyes mixed with Dylan’s, though his narrowed slightly. The longer he stood here, the more this guy was getting on his nerves.
He let go of the raven-haired boy, his gloved palms free again and sighed, closing his eyes for a moment.
If she was hurt…
He tightened his muscles, curling his fingers into menacing fists, thinking about what Dylan might have done to her. Alcatraz could only imagine. What if Xanthe was smacked or bruised, both physically and emotionally?
Come to think of it he didn’t even know the whole story of their relationship, just that they hooked up after this other Hufflepuff died.
He’d have to kill this dude if he broke her heart.

Xanthe’s head snapped to the side, her formally expressionless face full of dislike. Quickly, she retrieved her wand from her pocket and pointed it straight at him.
David’s whole aura, his stance, everything screamed “douchebag”. She could not stand this kid at all. Murder much rather see him burn in the fires of hell beside her than reside to heaven any day.
“Leave me alone David Solomon or so help me God, I will cut off your nuts and feed them to a whale.”
Her eyes scanned around the compartment, looking for ways to get him out of her face. The last thing she wanted was his company and silently she wished someone, preferably male, showed up behind him soon and chased him away.

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[prongs]

Dylan writhed a few moments from Alcatraz, his black, soulless eyes staring out at him in hatred.
He looked at him, his face scrunching together in confusion.
What did I do to Xanthe?!
"What in the hell do you mean, what did I do?!" he snarled, trying to get to his wand. "I didn't do a blessed thing to her!"
After he was let go, he took a little breath, more relaxed that he wasn't in such a helpless position.
"Why, did she tell you I did something to her?"
His eyes narrowed.
"Because that's an utter lie. She's known for those."

David cocked his head in a snarky kind of manner, closing the door behind him.
"Ouch." he said, a mocking tone coming out of him. "I'm really scared now."
He looked over the redhead, one of his eyebrows raising. "Well, it's my graduation year, bet you didn't know that. Can't I get some sort of goodbye gift-"
"I don't know about you, but I believe she just told you to leave."
David looked thoroughly annoyed as he turned to find Liam Smith, his arms crossed in irritation. His chocolate eyes met with Davids brown eyes in anger.
David gave an angered laugh. "Get lost, Smith. And what exactly would you if I didn't?"
Liam didn't budge. "Try me."
David and him stared at each other for a few more moments, until David looked at the younger Gryffindor in rage.
"Good thing I'm done with you, mate."
David Solomon opened the door to the train compartment, bumping into a few first year girls in the hallway. As they walked in the opposite direction after apologizing, one could see David looking at the back of their Muggle skirts and following them rather rapidly, as if to talk to them...
Liam's eyes didn't part from the leaving Gryffindor until he was out of eyesight, going into the compartment with some girl. Liam rolled his eyes.
He looked back at Xanthe, his glowing socks lighting the dark flooring as he grinned a boyish grin. "I thought I'd have to make an antidote for him or something. Good thing I brought bezoars..."
Liam coughed awkwardly, putting his hand on the door, looking at Xanthe.
"You okay?"
He fidgeted awkwardly.
"I can just leave if you want. I'm just wondering...you don't look great."[/size]

[Miss Murder]

Alcatraz and Xanthe
Oh, the webs I weave, I am caught in this game…

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“She’s been like a zombie ever since she went and talked to you,” Alcatraz said, crossing his thin arms with an unamused look on his face. “Xanthe won’t even talk to me about it. She doesn’t have that pep in her step anymore, no light shines in her eyes. That’s not like her. All she does is stare into space, thinking probably. You’re the only person I can think of that could break her heart to such an extent.”
He glared at Dylan through his black hair, biting on the inside of his cheek as he did.
“And Xanthe doesn’t lie. She’s one of the most honest people I know.”
Alcatraz repositioned his stance and leaned sideways to rest on the wall beside him. He blinked once, unmoving and looking even angrier than before. The red walls were suffocating; the colour of Gryffindor. He really disliked the colour red. Not for the House, but because it was just too loud of a colour. He liked pink, but red… it was like the ugly, redheaded, disabled stepchild of magenta.
“Tell me, Barker kid. What lies has she told?”
His hazel eyes moved down the hall.
“Because I think you’re the liar.”

Xanthe gazed at Liam, smiling slightly. She was thankful he had chased that piece of shit David Solomon away from her. Everyone but him knew she disliked his company. Good thing asses and breasts distracted him easily.
She sighed. “Yes, I’m… I’m okay.” The girl glanced down. “I mean, as far as that goes…”
Xanthe didn’t feel that comfortable telling Liam what happened. Sure, he was a trusted and loyal friend (not to mention probably the only person in Gryffindor she could stand), but what she had done was personal. The special relationship she had with Darien would never be the same. In fact, Xanthe ruined it. She just had to keep telling herself it was all for the best.
“You can sit with me if you want.”


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[prongs]

“She’s been like a zombie ever since she went and talked to you..."
Dylan blinked, his eyes lighting with suprise. That wasn't like Xanthe.
"She has?" he said, a bit too inaudibly.
"You’re the only person I can think of that could break her heart to such an extent.”
Dylan didn't try to hide his confusion. Break her heart?
She said she didn't care. Alcatraz has gotta have it wrong.
Dylan looked up at Alcatraz, his eyes widening with rage as he said his last comment.
"I'm not the liar, you inbred prick!" he snarled, grabbing at his wand, his eyes lighting like the black fire they posessed. "She's the one who lied!"
His eyes lowered their defenses if only for a heartbeat, showing the pain he felt, but it wasn't intentional. He soon regained his stone cold demeanor.
"I'll talk to her, if that's what you're implying. But I'm telling you, Alcatraz, if you're getting involved with her, it's nothing but a ride down to the world of deep shadows..."
Dylan snarled, the words echoing through his mind.
A ride down to the world of deep shadows...Nice way to sum up my life.
He looked at Alcatraz yet again. "You just might be lying for all I know. She wouldn't be acting like that. You don't know the whole story."

Liam smiled at Xanthe again, taking the seat next to her. He was a little confused; he mostly expected her to get mad - Xanthe Murder didn't like Gryffindors.
"Well, er, thanks."
Liam smiled at her again, his boyish grin crossing his face.
"You know, you're a pretty bad liar."
Liam Smith looked at her again, and he pursued his lips.
"I heard you and that Barker kid broke up."
He raised one of his eyebrows in mock. "Well, not exactly 'heard it', it's pretty hard not to go through the hallway without seeing Bethany's sickly pleased face. Good thing I don't have to see that for another two months."
Liam laughed a little, wrapping his arm around Xanthe's shoulders like any friend would.
"It's all gonna be okay."[/size]

[Miss Murder]

Alcatraz and Xanthe
Oh, the webs I weave, I am caught in this game…

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“Calm down,” Alcatraz said, facing his palms to Dylan. “Don’t get so angry from one girl… and I‘m not inbred, either. Even if I was I wouldn‘t be as disgusting as someone with Muggle blood….”
He witnessed Dylan’s short breakdown, his black eyes glinting anger, hurt, then anger, hurt again. Obviously Alcatraz had missed something important. Maybe he was right; Xanthe wasn’t telling him the whole story. She would not even if he asked anyway.
He needed to somehow think of how he could learn about what happened. This kid might lie to cover his ass, but there were a few ways he could get people to tell the truth. Too bad Dylan wasn’t female, or this would be a hell of a lot easier.
He put his hands calmly down to his sides and looked at Dylan.
“I don’t think talking to her would be a good idea. You need to just let her get over you.”
The Slytherin looked behind him, seeing a Gryffindor he didn’t recognize chasing a few, judging by their clothes, Mudbloods. What a sick freak.
“I’m all ears,” he breathed, raising his arm to create a hand gesture, rounding his palm around his ear. Alcatraz put it back to his side. “So… why don’t we find ourselves a compartment to sit in?”
His hazel eyes narrowed and he through out a seemingly deceptive, but friendly smile.
“Just the two of us.”

“You know, you’re a pretty bad liar.”
Liam didn’t know the half of it.
Xanthe twitched a little when his arm coiled over her shoulders, but she didn’t push him a way. You know, Liam wasn’t bad for a Gryffindor. It could be from where he was pureblood and all, but he wasn’t cocky and “brave” like the others. He actually had courage destined for the House. That she admired somewhat.
“Yeah, we did,” the girl muttered, looking down at her pair of custom-made Slytherin green Converse. She was wearing Muggle clothes (a hoodie and jeans, though she hated pants) for the ride home, since she didn’t have the confidence and will to wear her favourite cloak.
“It will be okay. I think this was all for the best. For both of us, you know,” she scratched her left arm, “since we have our majour differences.”

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[prongs]

Dylan blinked.
"Get over me? She didn't need to in the first place."
He looked around, his deep black eyes turning to their usual stone that they took.
Should he tell Alcatraz what happened? He barely knew the kid, but he knew - and Dylan regretted thinking this in every way possible - it would help Alcatraz understand what's going on.
If Alcatraz was the only one who could improve Xanthe's mood, he would tell him.
Damnit, why do I still care about her...
"Alright." Dylan said, shrugging. "Let's find a compartment. You're about to hear the full story."
Yes, he was probably going to leave out a few details, but that was inevitable. He couldn't exactly tell Alcatraz that he was actually an alias, could he?
Dylan found a compartment pretty quickly, opening it and taking a seat.
After Alcatraz followed, he took the wand out of his pocket, pointing it at the door. It gave a rusty click, and Dylan knew that meant it locked properly. He raised it again, and the heavy curtains came down, and Dylan knew no one could see through them.
"You're about to hear the entire thing."
Dylan took a small breath.
He was going to tell everything. If Alcatraz even attempted to use it against him, he would just perform a memory charm.
"I don't know if you remember a lad named Darien Wakefield, but he was Xanthe's boyfriend before me. Happened to get in a bit of trouble with Death Eaters a while back."
Dylan took a breath.
"You remember him at all? He was a bit of a weird kid, had-"
His hair turned back to its natural colour, his hair a shade of sea blue.
"-mood changing hair. Had-"
Dylan smirked, pulling off his left glove, revealing his disfigiured hand.
"-half a hand from the incedent."
One of Dylan's eyebrows raised.
"I'm Darien Wakefield."

Liam looked at Xanthe, his eyes softening.
"I know what you mean." he said, then rolling his eyes. "Me and Penny don't have much in common. Anything, really..."
He looked down at her again. "I mean, I can't even imagine what it would be like after Darien-"
Liam looked mortified, remembering Xanthe's boyfriend, his best friend, who was murdered.
I'm such an idiot.
"I didn't mean that...shit...." he said quickly, looking at her again.
Liam Smith blinked, and his face took some composure.
"What I meant to say is that I'm here for you. Always. You know that, right?"[/size]

[Miss Murder]

Alcatraz and Xanthe
Oh, the webs I weave, I am caught in this game…

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He followed Dylan into a compartment, glancing around at all the students as they passed. Alcatraz sat across from the Hufflepuff. Dylan raised his wand and pulled down the maroon curtains, and locked the door so no other students could get inside.
He watched Dylan morph into someone he used to recognize, another boy he believed to be dead, someone that should be dead…
“Wow.”
It was all the Slytherin could muster, looking Darien Wakefield up and down for a few seconds. “You… really lived, huh? And all this time everyone thinks you’re dead, they still do.” Alcatraz laughed faintly, shaking his head to the side thrice before sitting up a bit straighter. “I just can’t believe you pulled it off.”
He looked into Darien’s eyes. Yep. That was definitely the kid. No lie.
Of course he remembered little Darien Wakefield, the guy that always had his camera out for the newspaper. Darien wasn’t really one he’d ever consider as a friend. He was really strange. Not from the mood-changing hair or the newly disfigured hand, but he was just always too… nice. Not to mention clumsy.
He smirked. “It makes sense now that you die and months later Barker comes in and fills your hole, Xanthe goes out with you automatically… I get it. You Order members aren’t as stupid as Death Eaters think you are. Or like to believe anyway.”
Alcatraz’s smirk intensified to more of a look of satisfaction and amusement.
“Let me guess- you’re really a girl now, right?”

Xanthe nodded to Liam, smiling a little. “Yeah, I know,” she said, her eyes wondering off toward the compartment door. “Don’t worry about what you said- I’m better now. Even if it was possible, I wouldn’t bring Darien back. He was an Order member, and Order members and Death Eaters shouldn’t even think about being involved with the ‘enemy’.”
She sighed, beginning to kick her shoes together.
“If he didn’t die then, he eventually would for the same reason. I wouldn’t want to feel guilty for another murder I’ve committed.”


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[prongs]

The Gryffindor blinked, looking at Xanthe. She wasn't that bad for a Slytherin, really. Or a Death Eater, for that matter.
"Well, that Barker kid was kind of a prick, really." he said, a boyish smirk coming to him. "Bit...uh...eccentric. I'll beat him up if you want."
He looked down at her. "Aren't you with that Alcatraz guy now?"
Liam looked out at the window, fidgeting his legs from an uncomfortable position in his jeans.
"Well, you know what they say." he said, his voice stony from talking of his deceased best friend. "Forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest."
He looked down at his plain, ordinary white t-shirt.
"He used to talk alot about you. Darien."

Darien laughed a little, his eyes turning from their stone to their natural hazel.
"Hell no." he said, a mental image of Xanthe lezzing out coming to his mind. He wasn't sure whether he should be turned on or not.
His eyes turned serious again.
"Well, I was kidnapped as Barker again this year. Just a few months ago, actually."
Darien started to show the hurt again, his blue hair turning darker.
"-So, she came to rescue me with that Charlie Tripp kid. Don't know if you know him, he's a Death Eater. Blue hair?"
He scowled at the thought of him. "Nevermind. Anyway, he tells me that she's been cheating on me, so I guess they started getting it on while I was still dating her..."
As if my hair can turn darker.
"And then she tells me about how I was just a joke to her."
He sighed. "There. Story of my life, or, that is, what it was before it got robbed by that redhead of yours. Pretty pathetic, huh?"
Darien Wakefield sighed again, looking up at Alcatraz, curious on what his reaction would be.[/size]

[Miss Murder]

Alcatraz and Xanthe
Oh, the webs I weave, I am caught in this game…

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“Heh,” Alcatraz scoffed, clasping his hands on his lap, “why does everyone think Xanthe’s mine?”
What Darien just told him didn’t make sense. Xanthe didn’t seem like the type to cheat on a guy and treat them like trash. He always believed that she was the kind of girl that would be loyal and true to one guy… maybe Xanthe is a tramp like everyone says she is.
“Xanthe doesn’t seem like that type. She’s deeper than that. At least that’s the impression I got from her.”
His hazel eyes gazed suspiciously into Darien Wakefield’s. He gave the Hufflepuff a small smirk and leaned forward in his seat. He glanced around their small compartment, only now noticing how their knees were almost touching. It was a little awkward, but Darien was made for that.
“Charlie Tripp… God.” Alcatraz rolled his eyes. “Xanthe’s told me a bit how she fancies him. She says all they ever did was kiss, and he came on to her. I don’t see her being the initiative type to begin with.”
He exhaled, turning his head to the window. They were almost to London.
“Tripp has been someone I’ve kind of talked to, but not really. We’re acquaintances,” the raven haired Slytherin said. “What I do know about him is this- he likes girls. He likes sex. Charlie Tripp would do a lot to get into a girl’s pants. He has a lot of one night stands and flings with different girls all the time.” His tone of voice changed to a more serious one. “I would never tell Xanthe this though. I think she actually likes him, and it’s best she learns a lesson on her own.”

Xanthe sighed again, looking Liam in the eyes. “Alcatraz and I are just friends,” she told him on a higher pitch. “I mean, I think he’s great, but I just couldn’t really see myself with him right now. I’ve got Charlie to think about for now. I’m happy that Alcatraz is even talking to me at all.”
The moment Darien was brought up again, her lighter mood vanished like a ghost. How many times was Liam going to bring up the person she was in love with and could never be with again?
Well… at least she had some type of therapy.
Xanthe took a hand and stroked her hair once, trying to ignore the panging, warm feeling in her heart. “…He did?”

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[prongs]

Liam blinked a little, feeling terrible about bringing Darien up again.
"Yeah." he said a little awkwardly. "Talking about how you were 'the one', and all..."
He smiled a little at a memory. "He'd always be pacing around, 'cause he'd be nervous about what to say, and this was like the day before you guys had that time you were in the hospital wing after the animal attack with Meran, or something like that. Managed to trip down the stairs and break his nose. I had to fix it up for him last minute-"
He sighed a little.
Liam looked down at Xanthe, almost like a father would; he was very protective of her.
"That Tripp kid..." he began, a small scowl on his face. "I've heard some bad stuff about him."
Liam gave her a tight, restricting bear hug. "You know I'll have to beat him up if he does anything, you know that?"

They only kissed? He came on her?
Darien scowled a little.
He was going to murder that prick for ruining the most precious relationship of his.
Darien laughed. "Well, maybe it's the fact that you're spending every second of time with her in public. Still, you're much better than that Tripp prick."
Darien leaned in a little to hear his next words about the blue haired Slytherin, interested in Xanthe's new catch.
"I think she actually likes him, and it’s best she learns a lesson on her own.”
Darien's hazel eyes narrowed a little. "Are you suggesting we actually sit back and watch as this guy takes advantage of her?"
The very idea of Charlie's grubby hands all over Xanthe made his hair turn a fuming shade of red.
"Well, I'm not going to do that. Are they...you know. Technically together?"[/size]

[Miss Murder]

Alcatraz
Oh, the webs I weave, I am caught in this game…

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Alcatraz chuckled at Darien’s serious tone. He’s never seen this kid mad before.
“Sounds like you’ve got a jealously problem,” he muttered, still smiling from his small laugh. His green-tint eyes darkened a bit and he became more serious instantly. “I am all Xanthe has. Her father neglects her, her brother is a douche as far as I am concerned, and she doesn’t have you anymore. That only leaves me. And the Charlie prick of course, but they hardly ever talk. What I see anyway.”
Readjusting his posture, Alcatraz took a hand and put his fingers in his fringe to smooth it out. It was a habit of his when he was in thought.
“Murder would tell me if she and Tripp were together. Just like you, I don’t even want to think about them getting a few feet near each other, much less having sex. Though, as I’ve said, I’m not going to interfre with her life, and if you think she’ll listen to you, go for it. I’d like to see her get close enough to hear you.”

Xanthe jumped a little at Liam’s hug. She wasn’t really the type to be all touchy in a friendship, but she hesitantly hugged back, not squeezing him nearly as hard as he was. Liam was just being nice and supportive.
“Yeah… that was Darien, all right.”
It was a little awkward being this close to the Gryffindor. She ignored it anyway. This whole conversation was incredibly uncomfortable itself. Darien, Charlie, Alcatraz… they were pretty confusing and difficult topics, especially pushed all together like this.
The Slytherin made eye contact with Liam, craning her neck out a little. “I know Charlie isn’t exactly the best for me, and I’ve heard things too.” Xanthe exhaled deeply. “He’s like me, and is someone my family will approve of. Plus, I don’t have to worry about the Dark Lord killing him because I chose to be romantically involved with him.”
She bit her lip, fluttering her eyes down to her lap.
We should be nearly there by now…
“Whatever you do, don’t mess with him. Charlie can be deadly, and I don’t need anyone else dying for my cause.”


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