All The Wrong Things On Fire;;

[Miss Murder]

Snape, Xanthe, and Alcatraz
Your name remains the same;
All that has changed is this pretty face.

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“This year will start off differently than the latest years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I have decided to hold a tournament, as approved by the Ministry of Magic a few weeks prior to my final decision,” Severus Snape announced quietly, his black eyes bouncing off the light of the candle flame that flickered around the Great Hall.
“Much like the Triwizard Tournament, Hogwarts will have their own exclusive version of it. One student from each house, aged seventeen and up, are qualified for the tournament and will participate by choice.”
Snape stepped back a little from the golden podium. He lifted his right arm, his wand dancing carefully in his fingers as he motioned it in a gentle circle. Silvery glints of powder rained down upon the floor in a spiral motion, creating a large golden cup from the base up.
It was the size of a championship trophy. The cup was one that looked extremely similar to the cup portrayed in the last Triwizard Tournament, except the gems that decorated the edge had all of the House colours on it. Red, gold, blue, green, in that order, depending on when you started. It was beautifully crafted with all the House symbols as well; two snakes coiling their way from the bottom to the handles, a raven fluttering, a badger sniffing of curiosity, and a lion with an extended paw. Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor’s animals were arranged in a triangular way around the cup.
“This is your prize,” the headmaster said, stepping toward his creation. “Whichever House wins the cup, they have bragging rights for the next three years. Much like a House Cup is awarded for Quidditch games, except the House Cup can be changed every annual year. Honestly, I would be impressed if one single House received both the House Cup and the Tournament Cup.”
He glanced over to Slytherin lovingly and then back to the crowd.
“There is a majour difference between the two Cups. Whoever wins for their House at Hogwarts will be immediately eligible to go on to competing with Bauxburtons and Durmstrang in the actual Triwizard Tournament two short months after.”
Snape’s thin mouth curved into somewhat of a smile. “You will write your name on a piece of parchment and place it into the cup, and we will all meet here tomorrow morning to do so and select our participants. The cup will decide which four will be worthy enough to uphold it, and I hope you do not disappoint me.”
He turned around slowly, his black cloak flowing out from underneath him as he took a seat at the Head Table with Professor Maine. He looked pretty pleased with himself, smirking filthily.

Xanthe gripped Charlie’s hand a little more. The food appeared on the tables, up for grabs for anyone who wanted it. Suddenly, her eyes ignited, pulling her arms to her chest excitedly.
“Alcatraz, you should put your name in the cup!” she squealed. “You’d be amazing at it, you’re smart!”
Alcatraz closed his eyes. He placed a piece of turkey on his golden plate, being sure no food was touching.
“You know how I don’t know anything about magic, Xanthe. There’s no way I would win; I’d definitely die trying. Is that want you want?” His voice was sterner than usual, pushing her idea away like a picky child.
The female Slytherin’s gaze dulled. “No…”

So pull the trigger,
It never gets closer.

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[omega]

A tournament, eh?
Charlie's eyes lighted with opprotunity as his eyes stared at the cup, becoming greedy like a young and spoiled toddler.
It's mine.
Charlie barely noticed the food appearing, still staring like a starving raven at the shining cup.
His eyebrow raised, hearing Alcatraz's words.
“You know how I don’t know anything about magic, Xanthe. There’s no way I would win; I’d definitely die trying. Is that want you want?”
Char snorted. Alcatraz really was an idiot. It was really a miracle that he was accepted as a Death Eater.
"Scared, are you?" Char sneered. "You belong at the Hufflepuff table."
Char blinked confidently, grabbing at Xanthe's hand.
"I know I'm going to compete. I'm going to win this cup and snatch it right out of the other houses hands."
The blue haired Slytherin glowered at Alcatraz. "I know my fair share of magic, too. This'll be easier than Taylor Swan."

Andare blinked, a bit in disbelief as the Slytherin sat next to him.
"Uh, well..."
Chayton glared at his brother.
"We wouldn't mind."
His tanned face wrinkled at Snape, taking dislike for the Headmaster.
"A tournament?" Andare and Chayton whispered under their breath at the very same time.
"One student from each house, aged seventeen and up-"
"That's rubbish!" Andare hollered, his hands cupped around his mouth, regretting being a fifth year. "That's rubbish!!"
Chayton glowered at his brother, giving an embarrased look to the Slytherin sitting at the table.
He was obnoxious.
When the food appeared on the table, Andare's eyes lighted up like fireworks, eating hoggishly at the turkey legs, one in each hand.
"Mhff...Chayton?" Andare asked, his mouth full of food. "'Fink I have a chance?"
Chayton laughed. "Not a bit. Besides, you're too young."
Andare cursed again, his mouth full of food. Salem mewed greedily, licking at a pumpkin pie on the table.

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[Ty'e]

Ty'e looked at Chayton with a half smile. She wasn’t sure how to take the comment but she knew the twins where a better choice there her house table. At least for the time being.

Thanks…

She looked at the head master as he spoke raising a brow at the cup. It may be fun to enter but she likely wouldn't, she would never have a chance. As the food appeared on the table Ty'e reached for a few thing putting them on her plate nibbling at then as she listened to the two brothers talking. She couldn't help but chuckle at the two. She looked up the table just looking at all the Gryffindors talking to each other. Not many of them even noticed her as she wasn't in her uniform yet. She wished she could sit at the table all the time. As she smiled at nibbled the small black kitten in her lap perked up looking at the table of food. He reached out a paw and batted at Chayton trying to get a piece of food off of his plate and down to his level trying hard not to be seen but failing at it. Ty’e hadn’t noticed what the kitten was doing as her attention was on the cat licking at the pumpkin pie. She took a small plat from her setting and moved the cat out of the way putting the licked at piece of pie on the plate for him to eat. She also put some turkey and other small goodies on the dish from him. She glanced down and noticed the kitten pawing at Chaytons food and looked at him for a moment

Cinder, you know better, you act as if I’ve never feed you…

She gently nagged the kitten down and handed him a small piece of meat. On the bench between her at Chayton. The kitten laid down on the boy purring as he nibbled on the food.

Sorry, I can move him

[Miss Murder]

Alcatraz and Xanthe
You're the only one that wore your seatbelt,
We're the only ones that cried.
Catastrophic accidents…

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Alcatraz’s hazel eyes burned as he snapped his head over to Charlie, bending backwards to glare at him beside Xanthe. That blue-haired smart ass needed to be dealt with. No wonder poor Dylan, Darien, hated the prick so much. Alcatraz had tried to be friendly with his fellow Death Eater, but Charlie was more stuck-up than he was. Anyway, he didn’t like when he had any type of competition, especially when the opposing side was a douche and was interested in his best friend.
“No, I’m not scared,” the sixth year snarled, finding Charlie’s comment about Taylor Swan very distasteful. Sure, it was most likely true, but not even a sexual person like Alcatraz would even dream to be with her. Taylor was cute but the accent totally turned him off, and her attitude kind of sucks.
Maybe if she kept quiet it’d be alright…
“Honestly Charlie, I think I could win in a competition with you. I might not know everything that you do, but what I do know, I’m really good at.”
Alcatraz leaned back into his seat and looked at Xanthe. “Plus, I’ve got one of the greatest soon-to-be Potion Masters by my side,” he said, smiling. “Right Xanthe?”
Xanthe clutched Charlie’s hand, eager for dessert to arrive. She blinked to Alcatraz and sighed, chuckling. “If something happens between the two of you, I’m not working for either side. Alcatraz, you’re one of my best friends, but I, uh,” she struggled for the words to leave her tongue, “I can’t choose between you and Charlie. That’s impossible.”
Alcatraz rolled his eyes and faced his plate again. Darien was right. Xanthe should not be with Charlie. He was an asshole, and Xanthe was only blinded by love. Something had to change, even if that meant he would have to get Xanthe and Darien back together and undo the damage done, if possible.
He was really starting to dislike Charlie Tripp.

You're the only one that died.

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Charlie scowled at Alcatraz, his stormy gray eyes narrowing at the sixth year.
"You'd beat me?" he laughed, his face looking as if he heard some funny joke. "Oddly, I'm highly doubting that. I'm pretty sure I'm better than you in mostly everything-"
Hearing Xanthe start to talk, he immediately stopped what he was doing, pausing intently to listen to her.
“I can’t choose between you and Charlie. That’s impossible.”
Charlie wanted to sneer with satisfaction, but not in front of Xanthe. That would seem that he didn't care about her friendship with Alcatraz.
Well, I don't care, but still.
"Honestly, Al." he said in a sickly fake honey sweet voice to the sixth year, giving Xanthe's hand a squeeze. "You shouldn't make Xanthe choose between her boyfriend and her best friend. Now, that's just distasteful."
He looked at Xanthe, smirking.

Chayton looked down at the kitten, his dark brown eyes wide at the small thing pawing at his food, then moving to his lap.
He gently scratched the kitten behind the ears, looking up at the Slytherin.
"Don't worry about it." he said. "I'm used to cats."
"Used to them?" Andare scoffed, his mouth still full of meat. "It's as if our mum is a friggin' Kneazle breeder. And of course, she gives us the worst Kneazle of the bunch to watch out after us."
Salem seemed to know he was being talked about because he gave an annoyed hiss and arched his back, his fur on his back puffing. After a few seconds at hissing at Andare, he returned to the main dish, his green eyes focusing on the pumpkin pie he was ruining for the Gryffindors in the immediate area by licking it.
Chayton grinned, nodding at the comment. He turned to the Slytherin.
"Kneazles are known for their intelligence, they are." he informed. "Got in a bit of trouble through our stay at Hogwarts, thanks to him."

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[firefly]

Evelyn Jacobs looked down from her book at the mention of Snape talking, her ice blue eyes that were passed down through her kin shining.
A tournament?
Putting away the much abused light reading that Evelyn had been reading, Sawney Bean: The Cannibal of Scotland, she looked intently at the owl podium, then at the food that had appeared in front of them.
Well...that would be interesting.
The fourth year took at some soup, looking at Xanthe, Alcatraz, and the odd looking blue haired boy.
"Pardon my intrusion," she said in her illustrative voice, looking at her fellow Slytherins as she noticed that they had begun to argue amongst themselves. "It's only a competition, isn't it?"
She turned to the blue haired boy, a little distaste in her eyes. "You don't look like you cast spells too well, by the looks of your hair."
She smirked a little, rearranging her large, square glasses.
Evelyn sighed.
"Xanthe, you sure know how to pick 'em."

"Wiam!"
Penny VanTressent shrieked as she ran a few seats down to where Liam Smith, her boyfriend, was sitting a few rows away from her.
"I missed you, sweetiecakes!" she squealed as she flung herself around his shoulders, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Did you hear about the tournament, sweetie? You should sign up for it! You'd be the best of them all!"
She gave an obnoxious giggle, her summer tanned face wrinkling with her laugh.
She looked around, leaning her face into his ear.
"We should meet up later...you can fill me in on your summer."
One of her eyebrows raised mischevously.
"Or just fool around a bit-"
She looked down at his feet, seeing his weird socks he always wore.
"Liam." she said, scowling. "You honestly need to get rid of your weird socks. Their ridiculous and childish. No wonder you don't have many friends."[/size]

[Ty'e]

She blushed and looked down at the kitten as Chayton scratched behind its ears. A small growl like purr now coming from the kitten as it ate and was touched.

Well… if he does become a bother let me know…

She turned back at looked at the Kneazle and tilted her head to the side looking at it for a long moment.

That must be interesting; I’d love if my parents did something like that… I had to fight with them just let me keep my Cinder…

She reached out and gave the Kneazle another scratch before looking back down at her plate and started to nibble at the food and pulling a few chicken wings on to her plate as well. She pulled the goblet to her lips and sipped at it. For once happy about the company around her as she ate, even if a few found it a need to talk with a full mouth. But people talking when eating was a lot better than bratty distasteful students snarling at everyone not in the same house as them. She couldn’t help but giggle at the comment about the Kneazle getting them in to trouble

Oh don’t blame the poor thing, I’m sure you’re perfectly well off getting your selves in trouble without his help

[prongs]

Liam looked down at his one neon green, one dragon patterned orange socks as he heard the shriek of Penny. She was getting annoying often...
"Hey...honey." he said, feeling a little awkward as the words came out of his mouth.
She expects me to sign up for the tournament?
He was thinking about signing up, but knowing that he had approval from his girlfriend to do so made him want to do it less.
Still, I'm just a reject. Maybe I'll be able to prove that...I'm actually somebody.
Maybe he would, but for a Gryffindor, he wasn't feeling too courageous.
At the suggestion of them hanging out sometime, he numbly nodded. Sure, she was okay sometimes when she wasn't so much of an annoying...muggle-y...girl.
"Or just fool around a bit-"
Liam's eyebrows furrowed a little in confusion, and it took a bit to not have his jaw drop a little, but he could tell he had a stupid expression on his face.
"Uh...what?" he mumbled, feeling awkward as he always did about his virginity to everything.
Much to his relief, the topic was quickly changed to his socks. He looked down at them, taking in Penny's scorn with the embarrased red coming to his face.
I am a social reject.
"Sorry, Pen." he murmured, covering his socks with his robes. "I know you don't seem to like anything about me nowadays."
He sighed.

Dylan Barker looked up at the mention of a tournament, his soulless black eyes turning to their natural hazel for a few seconds.
A tournament...
Maybe, just maybe, he could prove himself to Xanthe that he could actually defend himself, or die trying, to prove himself worthy...maybe things would go back to normal. Maybe he would go out of his alias of Dylan Barker and become Darien Wakefield again, and be with Xanthe...
Dylan cursed, his eyes turning to normal as he balled his fists.
Darien Wakefield died the day everyone thought he did. I am Dylan Barker.

Taylor Swan perked at hearing the voices of her house mates raise, and her eyebrow raised to hear what the argument was about.
Xanthe? The bitch doesn't deserve either.
She gave a feral snarl at hearing the next line from the velvet voice of Charlie.
"I know my fair share of magic, too. This'll be easier than Taylor Swan."
"You fucking blue haired prick, want a body to match your hair?" she spat, feeling for her wand in her pocket.[/size]

[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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Xanthe shrunk back slightly when Charlie began to talk to Alcatraz about relationship issues, and he met her eyes. Alcatraz was emotionally sensitive but kept them mostly to himself. However, when a situation did arise when he could share his feelings (depending on the situation) he would talk about them. Alcatraz was passionate about his inner self, even if it didn’t show.
“She doesn‘t have to choose,” Alcatraz said, taking a drink of pumpkin juice from his goblet, “since you’re not a challenge, Tripp. Yeah, her potion-making skills would come in handy for me. I could just take that book of hers she’s always bent over-”
Xanthe’s face ignited, flushing a scarlet around her cheeks. “You wouldn’t, and you don‘t even know where it is.”
His lips curved into a gallant smirk, and he laughed a little. “It’s the one wrapped inside your green cloak underneath all your Potions homework, right?”
Xanthe blinked away, defeated.
“Ha. I’m right.” Alcatraz looked back to Charlie, sweeping his dark fringe to the side, out of his eyes. He looked a little more glowing than usual since he felt pretty triumphant, in a way. If there was anything he truly enjoyed it was being right. He loved it,. It made him feel awesome.
“Still, even without her choosing between us I could win any kind of battle with you. I know for certain you’re not that smart or your head wouldn’t be blue.” Alcatraz snickered. “Maybe Xanthe’s precious little book would have come in handy for you.”
Xanthe turned away from the oncoming argument and met gazes with Evelyn. She shook her head, her eyebrows showing worry as they reached toward her pale forehead. Her free hand rested her tired head, her red-auburn hair flowing down onto the top of the table.
“I hear ya.”

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"You shut your fucking mouth, you have no part of this." Char snarled at Evelyn, his storm gray eyes darkening as he pulled out his wand.
Charlie turned to Alcatraz, his lips curling.
"You want to fight me, right here and now?"
He raised his eyebrow in suspicion.
"Or are you just going to back down from that like the pathetic inferior you are?"
Charlie turned to Xanthe, his eyes slitting as he grabbed her arm.
"I don't want you talking to him ever again." he snarled, his tone commanding. "You are not to see him."
He turned again to Alcatraz, balling his hand into a fist in one hand, the other hand tightly curled around his wand.
"Let's see if you can live up to your words."
Serpensortia.
Three emerald colored cobra snakes appeared out of Charlie's wand, baring their fangs maliciously.
Charlie gave a scowl.
"You wouldn't want those to get near you, Alcatraz. They're poisonous, because I made them that way. Wouldn't want to ruin Xanthe's and my life too long now, eh?"
His eyes took a spark to them.
"Nice knowing you, kid."
Charlie flicked his wand once, and he raised his hand.
Oppugno.
The snakes, at the will of their master, began to hiss wildly, their hoods expanding in threat of their attack. They began to slither toward Alcatraz, one already around his ankle, looking for bare flesh they could find to infect with their toxin.

Andare snorted, rolling his eyes.
"Salem's practically genetically programmed to be nosy." he commented on the matter, his light brown eyes on the black, fuzzy Kneazle. "What, with ripping up all our homemade concoctions and such, we're lucky we get to do what we do, you know?"
Salem blinked, obviously annoyed, and looked at Ty'e. He mewed once, flicking his ear in greeting.

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