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[homely_illiad]

 Week Name/Date/Time: 'Something's Missing Here' / Saturday, September 15 2006 / 4:56 PM
Location: Library
Open To: Andy
Currently Involving: Illiad

He didn't need the library. Not today. But this was where he met them-- the ones he paid to spy for him. They were always so helpful, young, bright faced, willing to share the darkest secrets of their

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[andyfraz]

Andrew wandered through the library, picking up a book every now and then before putting it back in its place. He wasn't usually a reader. Not that he disliked it, he just preferred to watch movies. There was something about visually seeing something in front of your eyes that was much more appealing to him than having to imagine it in your head. But when times were tough at Hogwarts and he needed to escape, books were really the only option

[homely_illiad]

Flickering up, Illiad found the face of someone newly designated A Target. Andrew Frazer. He knew little of him, except when, over summer holidays, his cousin Louvika would blather on about her idiot friends. He supposed Frazer must be one of them. Anyone she held in high regard seemed to be worth little to Illiad, like that crazed child McFinn or that curious fool, McCarthy.

Frazer. a voice said in his head, eerily similar to a certian second-year girl. In the trophy room...with Brinley. the voice changed to his own. MY Brinley! A fire grew in his heart, melting the ice that usually encased it so well.

He leaned back in his chair, eyes slightly narrowed with dislike at the thought of Andrew Frazer naked. But he dismissed the thought from his mind. Mine.

"Well," he said aloud, his voice chilly and calculating, "if it isn't Master Frazer...come to survey your lands, my lord?" he asked, his eyes falling on the book Frazer had just set down with apperent dislike. "I am sorry it displeases you. I can have them remove it, those silly

[andyfraz]

...

Huh?

Andrew turned and glanced around the library confused until he realised the voice had come from Illiad.

"What?" His brow furrowed as he stared in complete disbelief at the other boy, having no idea what the hell he was on about.

"Is that what's passing for witty Slytherin banter these days?" His mind headed in the direction of Brinley's insults from the other night but he stopped himself just in time. "Go back to torturing kittens or whatever it is you guys do best."

And if Andy had known Illiad was thinking naked thoughts about him (in a bad way or not) he would have told him to stop. Brinley and him hadn't gotten naked, oh no no no! Andy had been adventurous that night, but he did eventually draw the line. Or it was drawn for him, he couldn't (read: didn't want to) remember.

[homely_illiad]

A smirk came over Illiad's face.

"I'm afraid I rather like kittens," he told the other boy, crossing his legs. "But I can never eat a whole one," he said, a stoney look in his grey eyes that the smirk did not quite reach. "Not that you could. I hear you don't really go for pussy, either."

Ah there it was. The smirk hit his eyes, and brilliantly, as if someone had plugged in a very bright lamp. Illiad Hawkins was a very good reader of character, and while he might've suspected Andy's orientation earlier, now he knew for sure. Or, at least, knowing how things generally went when people did what he had done with Brinley recently for the first time, would be very uncomfortable when discussing it.

"Of course, you know... they say opposites attract and everything. So, why would a pussy want another, anyways?" His tone remained even and chilly, like the sharpest bite of frost.